Rico Pack

(album: XXX - 2018)

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club making a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex

You ain't got no bread to flex, I just pulled up with the TEC
Yeah I'm serving for the ten, I just switched up like I'm Ben
Baby I'm a walking sin, where them pics you 'posed to send?
You can be an in or outtie
Nigga we ain't smoking Cali, nigga we ain't popping xannies
Got her hooked just like xanny, niggas sweeter than some candy
So I'm popping rubber bands, make me pop another man
I don't fuck with none these man, only fuck with Soldier Kidd
She only fuck with Soldier Kidd, it's a stolo, it ain't rent
Baby girl you got me bent, think that I might want your friend
All these niggas nonsense, glory jit the main event
And we smoking like a vent, I ain't breathing either nigga
Smoking loud like a speaker

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club making a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex, ayy

I come from the dirt dog, so I pop them percs dog
Pull up and I murk you dog, I been sipping alcohol
Serving trees in the hall, hiding rico in my drawers
Soldier Kidd could be the nurse, I'ma give these niggas shots
I got Henny, I don't do shots
In Miami on the drop, in Miami tryna rock
Hundred bands, we the mob, hundred mans on the box
She be thinking that I'm a star but I got ounces in the jar
I be bouncing in the club, I be stepping with them thugs
Went to school but going dumb, I be giving shawty funds
Me and K be on the run, we just hit for three months
I just smoked like fifty blunts, smoked lil whoadie like dud
Triple-X the Brady Bunch

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club making a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex