Rice lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Chorus]
Live it up today, n*gga, I can die tonight
pus*y so wet, gotta sit that sh*t in rice
OG sipper, f*ck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, b*tch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, b*tch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad b*tch on a flight

[Verse 1]
Laid-back n*gga, I don't boast
Ridin' with this dirty stick, this b*tch a ghost
Like a n*gga on probation, he don't really want the smoke
I took the Quagen to Atlanta, n*gga, you can ask Lil Boat
I know this b*tch toxic, she got white tips on her toes
In Mexico sippin' mojitos, stuffin' white sh*t in her nose
Trump got my n*ggas rich, so he forevеr got my vote
b*tch say she gettin' marriеd, but I'm forever in her throat
Dirty Donuts, roll them papers, got this motherf*cker stinkin'
I be doggin' on the b*tches that only f*ck me 'cause I'm famous
That baby don't look like you and you know that b*tch ain't faithful
Never got a blood test, but your dumb ass still gon' claim it
I built this sh*t brick by brick, I feel like Franklin
Got her hair done every week 'cause if I don't, then she get cranky
My scammer b*tch so pretty, quick to ask you who you bank with
Learned the game from Daniel Poku, spent a Hellcat on a painting
[Chorus]
Live it up today, n*gga, I can die tonight
pus*y so wet, gotta sit that sh*t in rice
OG sipper, f*ck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, b*tch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, b*tch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad b*tch on a flight

[Verse 2]
Me and Tweetie, we forever, we ain't married, but I'm her husband
She forgave me for that one time that I f*cked all on her cousin
Ain't even talkin' to my brother, different struggle, same mother
n*gga dogged me out on Facebook, made me feel like he ain't love me
My daddy love crack and my mama, swear to God, that sh*t so ugly
He won't put no one above it, bet he wish I had a muzzle
As a kid, I swear to God, Bobo the only man that hugged me
If a n*gga ain't a daddy to his kid, how can I trust him?

[Chorus]
Live it up today, n*gga, I can die tonight
pus*y so wet, gotta sit that sh*t in rice
OG sipper, f*ck a Fanta, grab a Sprite
Don't leave your food unattended in the trap, b*tch, we got mice
Ryan Destiny, that's my type
Coco Jones, uh, that's my type
Ain't takin' no plea, money long, b*tch, we gon' fight
Put some money on your head, then put a bad b*tch on a flight