Testo Rico Freestyle - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Rico Freestyle (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album The Return
Ooh
Niggas like talk your shit Gotti
Nigga let 'em know what's up (Ooh)
When a nigga hatin' on you and trip I tell him
That's cool
Ayy that's the money call right now
Look
Old money, new niggas, I don't really feel 'em (I don't feel 'em)
Copped that Lamb off the lot, I can't wait to kill 'em (Ooh)
New crib like a mall, a Saks Fifth of
A closet (Saks Fifth of a closet, ooh)
Back and forth to the bank, too many deposits (And that's cool)
Still rockin' them Robins and them Giuseppes
Niggas ungrateful, ain't no more heaven
Please quit asking me for them selfies (Ugh)
I don't take pictures with niggas (Can't do it)
I take them pictures with hoes
He got a bitch and she cheat on him with bitches
Them my relationship goals (Ooh)
Old problems, new beef, shit may never end (Rrah)
If we ain't broke bread, got no money, we ain't friends (Ooh)
Quit callin' me bruh, ain't your brother
Nigga we ain't kin (We ain't brothers, ooh)
Blood thicker than water, nigga now shit thin
No label got me here, honestly
I got them young gangsters under me (Yeah)
I got them niggas gon' come for me (Yeah)
I'm tryna get me a hundred piece
On the cool, I'm talkin' like a hundred mil' (Hundred)
Multi-millionaire, but I'm a hundred still (Hundred)
Shotgun duplex with a hundred thou' (Hundred)
I can show you how a hundred feel
I can show you how a hundred cook up
If you fuck up then you lose a twenty-five, five
Half a quarter for the twenty-five
Partner twenty-one and got a twenty-five (Ooh)
Lawyer paid bonds, made nigga gotta free him (Gotta free him, ooh)
You got a bond, your partner left you in jail, that ain't real (Damn)
Same nigga give you choppers, tell you go kill (You niggas)
If that's what you niggas call real, I guess I ain't real
Industry fake and you know that shit (Know it)
Niggas be hatin' over hoes and shit
Bitches fuck off 'cause they slick as shit
You swear to God that you know your bitch (Do you really?)
But I know the bitch better, keep that a secret (Shh)
And that's cool, I can tell you some
Shit 'bout the bitch secrets (Shh)
Oh really, you was buyin' the bitch bags, tryin'
Your best to keep her (Tryin' your best to keep her)
When all she wanted was some lingerie, Victoria's Secrets (Yeah)
Why these niggas still killin' 'bout
These pennies? I don't really get it
And I'm good, but too many got me
I guess I'm still hustlin' 'til the team winnin' (Bitch)
Super Bowl shit, championship (Woo)
Why these niggas still jumpin' ship? (Why?)
Bury me with a hundred thou', pack of
Rubber bands and a thirty clip (Rrah)
And I might just give you one to Rico (Rico, Rico)
You niggas go snitchin' like Nino
Oh, you ain't New Jack City 'til the feds came, huh?
Don't jump in that water, you Nemo (Don't
Jump in that water with them sharks, boy)
All the hustle, nigga, this the real (This the real
This the real, this the real, this the real)
Nigga, this the real (Every time you
Got the profit, every time you re-up)
Understand the laws to this shit
I'm fuckin' off, you niggas re-up
You niggas just ain't about it, about it (Haha)
Tennis shoe for your profit money (Hang some, pussy)
Nigga, you just a crash dummy (Don't you leave)
Nigga never took nothin' from me
All the hustle shit, super comedy
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Writer(s): Durk Banks, Adonis Amos-staton
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