| I got rico pack in the air, yeah
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| Nigga run up, no he won’t dare, yeah
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| She gon' fuck her cuz, she don’t care, yeah
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| You a square, you ain’t Triple-X, yeah
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| I don’t think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
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| In the strip club makin' a mess
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| Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
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| Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex
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| You ain’t got no bread to flex, I just pulled up with the TEC
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| Yeah I’m servin' for the ten, I just switched up like I’m Ben
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| Baby I’m a walkin' sin, where them pics you 'posed to send?
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| You can be an in or outtie
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| Nigga we ain’t smokin' Cali, nigga we ain’t poppin' xannies
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| Got her hooked just like xanny, niggas sweeter than some candy
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| So I’m poppin' rubber bands, make me pop another man
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| I don’t fuck with none these man, only fuck with Soldier Kidd
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| She only fuck with Soldier Kidd, it’s a stolo, it ain’t rent
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| Baby girl you got me bent, think that I might want your friend
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| All these niggas nonsense, glory jit the main event
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| And we smokin' like a vent, I ain’t breathin' either nigga
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| Smokin' loud like a speaker
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| I got rico pack in the air, yeah
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| Nigga run up, no he won’t dare, yeah
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| She gon' fuck her cuz, she don’t care, yeah
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| You a square, you ain’t Triple-X, yeah
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| I don’t think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
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| In the strip club makin' a mess
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| Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
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| Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex, ayy
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| I come from the dirt dog, so I pop them percs dog
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| Pull up and I murk you dog, I been sippin' alcohol
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| Servin' trees in the hall, hidin' rico in my drawers
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| Soldier Kidd could be the nurse, I’ma give these niggas shots
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| I got Henny, I don’t do shots
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| In Miami on the drop, in Miami tryna rock
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| Hundred bands, we the mob, hundred mans on the box
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| She be thinkin' that I’m a star but I got ounces in the jar
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| I be bouncin' in the club, I be steppin' with them thugs
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| Went to school but goin' dumb, I be givin' shawty funds
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| Me and K be on the run, we just hit for three months
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| I just smoked like fifty blunts, smoked lil whoadie like a dud
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| Triple-X the Brady Bunch
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| I got rico pack in the air, yeah
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| Nigga run up, no he won’t dare, yeah
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| She gon' fuck her cuz, she don’t care, yeah
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| You a square, you ain’t Triple-X, yeah
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| I don’t think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
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| In the strip club makin' a mess
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| Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
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| Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex |