Rico
Rico
Rico
Y’all know who the f#ck it is by now
Let’s get bread, 2012 b#tch
Where the pill man at? I need a flat
Call tell my shooter go and get his gat
Go get them poles, let’s get bread
Where the pill man at? Cause I need a flat
If I want you dead, on your head I’ll put a stack
Call my little shooter, tell him go and get his gat
When he come back
It’s a dog world, so I cannot trust cats
The way your b#tch buss, you’d think she had a bus pass
Like a register, all I do is touch cash
Clips irregular, get shot with your tough #ss
Let me introduce myself
Hi my name is Rico
Lotta guns and money, without no cheat code
I’m from Chicago you might catch me on the low
Or you might catch me in the hundreds but won’t catch me without that pole
Just smoking weed
Pepper
Never smoke
b#tch I’m a boss, I only smoke that hot
On your thot, let off shots on your block
Hundred rounds so I chop, chop
Skrt in that drop top
This .40 cal drop top, your b#tch act like she on the bus stop
Middle fingers to the opps, we had n*ggas shooting at the cops
Take your chain, shoes, and that watch
Now you need a funeral plot, n*gga
Where the pill man at? Cause I need a flat
If I want you dead, on your head I’ll put a stack
Call my little shooter, tell him go and get his gat
When he come back
It’s a dog world, so I cannot trust cats
The way your b#tch buss, you’d think she had a bus pass
Like a register, all I do is touch cash
Clips irregular, get shot with your tough #ss
I’m going 57 cause I need a flat
I’m off the ore, off the goose, got me feeling wack
I need a stain with my n*ggas, come across some racks
I’m insane, I’s up, you know that for a fact
I hold a n*gga for ransome if he owe me racks
It’s a drill in my city, please don’t get whacked
Slide on my n*gga, water, and just smoke a pack
Dreaded up, Montana got hella tats
Your b#tch she on my dick, but Imma give her back
I ain’t gotta shoot, n*gga I can get you whacked
Dissing ain’t gon’ get you on, it’s gon’ get you clapped
Where the pill man at? Cause I need a flat
If I want you dead, on your head I’ll put a stack
Call my little shooter, tell him go and get his gat
When he come back
It’s a dog world, so I cannot trust cats
The way your b#tch buss, you’d think she had a bus pass
Like a register, all I do is touch cash
Clips irregular, get shot with your tough ass
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Lil Mister Lyrics – I Need A Flat