Key Lime OG

(album: Sugar Trap 2 - 2017)

Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico
Who is Mike going crazy
Aye

I just went to Benihana (Benihana)
And I'm smoking sheets and funnel (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 talking bout the summer (ain't talking '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 (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

Walking with' 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 hanging (huh?) with a whole biter (yeah)
I was hustling when these niggas was wearing Spyder (huh?)
And I'm serving like I'm working in a fucking diner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch I been the flame, I just need a lighter (need a lighter)
I'm a doer all these bitches looking like some mighters (yeah)
With the touch I got the Midas (I got the Midas)
Drinking Ace of Spades, you drinking apple cider (apple cider)
When I see that hoe, I'ma fucking fight her (I'ma fucking fight her)
Mike Tyson (huh?), I'ma fucking bite her (bitch, yuh)
Huh, shit! Where my lighter? (where my lighter?)
I know that I'll be the best, Ion need no title (ion need no title)
Walk up in the ring, who my fucking rival? (who my rival?)
Nigga fuck that, go grab the rifle (huh, huh, yeah)
Spray the champagne, my nigga's get to wilding (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 looking real cloudy (Rico, Rico, yeah)
I'm fresh to death, my outfit 'bout to have a bounty (Sugar Trap, Rico, yeah!)
Walk up in the club, they don't pat down me (huh, yeah, yeah)
I'm getting money while these bitches out here lounging (yeah, woah, yeah)
Been working all week, my bank account astounding

Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG)
And this car got two seats (two seats)
When-when I hop out it dank (it dank)
You-you can smell it on me (on me)
Handle that shit myself (myself)
I ain't gon' call police (police)
Keep that bitch on a leash (leash)
Or keep that bitch from 'round me (from round me)
Sm-smoking Key Lime OG (OG)
And this car got two seats (two seats)
When-when I hop out it dank (it dank)
You-you can smell it on me (on me)
Handle that shit myself (myself)
I ain't gon' call police (police)
Keep that bitch on a leash (keep that bitch)
Or keep that bitch from 'round me (Yuh)
Yeah, yeah

Smoking Key Lime OG
And this car got two seats (Rico)
When I hop out it dank
You can smell it on me (on me)
Handle that (Rico) shit myself (Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico)
I ain't gon' call police (when I hop out)
Keep that bitch on a leash (woah)
Yeah, yeah