I just went to Benihana and I'm smokin'
You a wannabe who wanna be,
I'm only bout the commas
See me in the street on any day,
I'm really bout that drama
And you know I keep the heat on me,
ain't talkin' bout the sum mer
Smokin' key lime, OG,
and this car got two seats
When I hop out, it dang,
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
Yeah, yeah
I'm a Rico bitch,
so it's time to get nasty
Call up them baddies,
tell them we gon' send a addy
They call me half -baked girl,
but you can call me daddy
My name is half -baked girl,
but you can call me daddy
Rico, Rico, Rico, uh -oh,
that's my amigo
These n****s tryna
use Chico's Baby,
I'm in beast mode
Two shots like a free throw
I turn into a freak hoe
She lick all on my p -ho
Then I shrug her little ego
Smokin' key lime, OG and bitch
I'm strapped out with that glitz
Lil' bitch wanna ride with me
Told her she gotta show her titties
King of D .C.
I'm from South East,
we ain't get gritty
Me and John Walter,
richest niggas in the city
Okay, look at me, I'm rich, bitch,
we stuck around the way
Yeah, you should shit a lip, bitch,
that's like a bag
I told that Mi chael Draken, bitch,
I rocked a Mikey Chase
A legend in these streets
just like that nigga Michael Frank
Smokin' key lime, OG,
and this car got two seats
When I hop out each day,
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
Yeah, yeah
Walk in with a attitude like,
what's the problem?
I don't hang with DMX,
I'm with some rough riders
Gang s got me high as shit,
but no, I ain't the pilot
I'm the whole meal,
you hangin' with a whole biter
I was hustlin' when these
niggas was wearin' spider
And I'm servin' like I'm
workin' in a fuckin' diner
Bitch, I been the flame, I just need a lighter
I'm a duo, all these bitches
lookin' like some miters
With the touch, I got the miters
Drink in' Ace of Spades,
you drinkin' apple cider
When I see that hoe,
I'm a fuckin' fighter
Mike Tyson, I'm a fuckin' biter
Huh, shit, where my lighter?
I know that I be the be st,
I don't need no title
Walk up in the ring,
who my fuckin' rival?
Nigga, fuck that, go grab the rifle
Spray the champagne,
my niggas get the wallet
Got your bitch mad,
she sayin' we childish
I'm just tryna flex on
anyone who doubt it
Your jewelry fake, boy,
it's lookin' real cloudy
I'm fresh to death,
my outfit bout to have a bounty
Walk up in the club,
they don't pat down me
I'm gettin' money
while these bitches out here loungin'
Been workin' all week,
my bank account astounded
I'm a smokin' key lime OG,
and this car got two Cs
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
I'm a smokin' key lime OG,
and this car got two Cs
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,
I'll keep that bitch from round me