Rico lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye, look
What it do man
Yo what it do man
Aye, look, aye

[Verse 1]
We might get hit with the Rico (aye)
We might get hit with the plug
And WIll ain’t the plug if you ain’t got no kilos
If he do then I’m coming through with my f*cking dibo
Off my muhf*ckin' debo
And I ride around with my pistol like that sh*t is legal (oh)
That’s game I only feel Ceelo (Ceelo)
Finesse him, he dumb as finito (nito)
The way that I shoot is like curry
Cause i be a mess when I let off this trio (thirty)
Wildin’ I feel like I’m Stevo (Stevo)
You actor boy, you Benny Siegel (Siegel)
And no I don’t brag about licks that I hit
Cause I keep all my sh*t on the D low (on the D low)
I do not care what you say to me
You ain’t the man you portray to be
Finna come through with my plan
You just wait and see
Gotta wait patiently
I move from A to B
Balling like I’m on a couch on Fader 3
Up in the stew cooking up like a bakery
You think you know me but you just mistaking me
Part of the reasons why n*ggas keep hating me
They gon’ hate more when they realise they time up
They will stop blowing my muhf*ckin’ line up
So many b*tches I can’t make my mind up
But focused on b*tches, go f*ck your whole grind up
Jump outta line and they eat all you rind up
You believe everything you see and fine up
Resume, awol man you can search line up
So much weight on me I’m f*cking my spine up
I been up cotting and scheming like Rico
I wanna come up like I’m Al Pacino
These n*ggas bluffing, they joke is enough
And they pull out, they call like I’m at a casino
I’m finna blow like some muhf*ckin’ C-4
Yeah they all know I’m the one like I’m Neyo
f*ck my old judge and my muhf*ckin’ PO
They want me up in the hole like I’m zero