Rico (Freestyle) (Explicit)歌词-Yo Gotti

Rico (Freestyle) (Explicit)歌词由Yo Gotti演唱，出自专辑《The Return of Cocaine Muzik， Pt. 2 - EP (Explicit)》，下面是《Rico (Freestyle) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Rico (Freestyle) (Explicit)歌词完整版

Ooooh

N***as like talk yo s**t Gotti these n***as don't know what's up

N***a hating on you you boutta tell em

It's coooooool

Hahaha

This the money call right now

Look old money new n***as I don't really feel 'em

Copped that Lamb off the lot I can't wait to k**l 'em

New crib like the mall can't fill the closets

Back n forth to the bank too many deposits

And that's cool rockin 'em Robins and Giuseppes

N***as ungrateful ain't no more happy

Please quit axin me for them selfies

Urgh

I don't take pictures with n***as

Can't do that

I take em picture with h*es

He got a B***h and she cheat on him wit b***hes

Them my relationship goals

Old problems new beef s**t may never end

If we ain't broke bread got no money we ain't friends

Quit callin me bruh I ain't yo brother n***a we ain't kin

We ain't brothas

Blood thicker than water n***a nah s**t thin

Whole label got me here honestly

I got em young gangstas under me

I got them n***as gon gun for me

I'm trynna get me a hunnid piece

On the cool I'm talkin like a hunnid mill

Multi-millionaire but I'm a hunnid still

Shotgun duplex with a hunnid thou

I can show you how a hunnid feel

I can show you how a hunnid click up

If you f**k up then you lose a twenny-five

Half a quarter for twenny five

Partna under twenty one and got a twenty-five

Ooooh

Lawyer paid buns made n***as got a friend

Got a friend

Got a bun yo partna left in jail

That ain real

Same n***a give you chopper tell you go k**l

Yaaw n***as

That what yo n***as call real then I guess I ain't real

Industry fake and you know that s**t

N***as be hating over h*es n s**t

B***hes f**k up cuz they slick n s**t

You swear to God that yo know yo B***h

But do you really

But I know the B***h better keep that a secret

But that's coooool

I can tell you sum s**t about the b***h's secrets

Oh really

You buying the B***h baths trying your best to keep her

But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets

Why these n***as still killin 'bout thy penance I don't really get it

And I'm good wit to my n***as millions guess I'm still hustlin till the team win it

Super bowl Championship why these n***as still jumpin s**t

Bury me with a hundred thou pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip

Ay I'm boutta get hit with the RICO you n***as go snitchin like Nino

You ain't New York City till the feds came home

Don't jump in the water you ain't Nemo

Don't jump in the water with the sharks boy

All the hustla n***as that's aloof