Letras:
Yo Gotti Rico

me shit for them last five chickens Rico trippin out rico know I ain't no hoe Rico know he should have killed me Rico know I ain't gone go Rico still

Rico trippin out rico know I ain't no hoe Rico know he should have killed me Rico know I ain't gone go Rico still fuckin kesha, kesha still fuckin up Rico

when I'm drunk I sing a song like this My grandma and your grandma, Sittin' by the fire Hold on, turn that beat off! Nah, keep it going Crazy Town, yo

Cunningham... I'm runnin like I'm Randal... Yo girlfriends persuin me shes tryna give me coochie... Before she fucks Gorilla Doe she has to suck on Gucci... And she gotta

Make yo' hustle official, And them niggaz that's wit' you, gotta push tha issue, on the fools that dis you, whether pump or pistol, when it's up in yo' gristle, hand yo

: [Nas] To my niggaz.. huh.. We all we got.. Let's hold it down though, y'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with, y'know? Yo..

The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco.. Vision caught a Rico

Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half

you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN! ["Smack, my bitch up" - scratched in the background] [Ced Gee] Yo I know what you mean, but uhh Yo