Lyrics Key Lime OG - Rico Nasty
Rico,
Rico,
Rico,
Rico
Who
is
Mike
going
crazy
Aye
I
just
went
to
Benihana
And
I'm
smoking
sheets
and
funnel
You
a
wannabe,
who
wanna
be
(woah)
I'm
only
'bout
the
commas
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
See
me
in
the
street
on
any
day
I'm
really
'bout
that
drama
(haha,
yeah)
And
you
know
I
keep
the
heat
on
me
Ain't
talkin'
bout
the
summer
Smoking
Key
Lime
OG
(what?)
And
this
car
got
two
seats
(it
got
two
seats)
When
I
hop
out
it
dank
You
can
smell
it
on
me
Handle
that
shit
myself
I
ain't
gon'
call
police
(huh,
what?)
Keep
that
bitch
on
a
leash
(woah)
Or
keep
that
bitch
from
'round
me
Yeah,
yeah
Walkin'
wit'
a
attitude
like
what's
the
problem?
(What's
the
problem
hoe?)
I
don't
hang
with
DMX
I'm
with
some
(huh?)
Ruff
Ryders
Gas
got
me
high
as
shit
but
no,
I
ain't
the
pilot
(I
ain't
the,
huh?)
I'm
the
whole
meal
you
hangin'
(huh?)
with
a
whole
biter
(yeah)
I
was
hustling
when
these
niggas
was
wearing
Spyder
(huh?)
And
I'm
servin'
like
I'm
workin'
in
a
fuckin'
diner
(yeah,
yeah)
Bitch
I
been
the
flame,
I
just
need
a
lighter
(need
a
lighter)
I'm
a
doer
all
these
bitches
lookin'
like
some
mighters
(yeah)
With
the
touch
I
got
the
Midas
(I
got
the
Midas)
Drinkin'
Ace
of
Spades,
you
drinkin'
apple
cider
(apple
cider)
When
I
see
that
hoe,
I'ma
fuckin'
fight
her
(I'ma
fuckin'
fight
her)
Mike
Tyson
(huh?),
I'ma
fuckin'
bite
her
(bitch,
yuh)
Huh,
shit!
Where
my
lighter?
(Where
my
lighter?)
I
know
that
I'll
be
the
best,
I
don't
need
no
title
(I
don't
need
no
title)
Walk
up
in
the
ring,
who
my
fuckin'
rival?
(Who
my
rival?)
Nigga
fuck
that,
go
grab
the
rifle
(huh,
huh,
yeah)
Spray
the
champagne,
my
nigga's
get
to
wildin'
(woah,
yeah)
Got
your
bitch
mad,
she
saying
we
childish
(yeah,
huh,
yeah)
I'm
just
tryna
flex
on
anyone
who
doubt
it
(woah,
woah,
woah)
Your
jewelry
fake
boy,
it's
lookin'
real
cloudy
(Rico,
Rico,
yeah)
I'm
fresh
to
death,
my
outfit
'bout
to
have
a
bounty
(yeah)
Walk
up
in
the
club,
they
don't
pat
down
me
(huh,
yeah,
yeah)
I'm
gettin'
money
while
these
bitches
out
here
lounging
(yeah,
woah,
yeah)
Been
workin'
all
week,
my
bank
account
astounding
Sm-smoking
Key
Lime
OG
And
this
car
got
two
seats
When-when
I
hop
out
it
dank
You-you
can
smell
it
on
me
Handle
that
shit
myself
I
ain't
gon'
call
police
Keep
that
bitch
on
a
leash
Or
keep
that
bitch
from
'round
me
(Smoking
Key
Lime
OG)
And
this
car
got
two
seats
When
(when
I
hop
out
it
dank)
You-you
can
smell
it
on
me
(Handle
that
shit
myself)
I-I
ain't
gon'
call
police
Keep
that
bitch
on
a
leash
Or
keep
that
bitch
from
'round
me
Yeah,
yeah
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