Run It Up Rico - A Lot For This (Feat. Johnny Cinco) | Текст песни

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(Intro: P rico)
Let's get it let's get it.... squad squad... chiraq let's get it.... you know how I be rocking man aight
(Verse 1: P rico)
It's rico like 2 chainz like jojo like 2 times Rambo with 2 9's Run up on me nigga & you dying Niggas talking that money shit Whole time they be lying Bitch we run chiraq & The opp niggas they be hiding Riding round in them foreign whips Ain't gotta job ain't switching shifts Niggas talking that nonsense i'm up the pole & past them Shoot his ass like a basket Leave his ass up in that casket RIP to that nigga I'll never be a cab killer hanging out with them drug dealers Yeah they up in the Trap nigga Yeah they be them real niggas Them down niggas That a kill niggas Yeah bitch it's P-dot got the red dots sending head shots We jojo gang we from chiraq My money tall just like Shaq (Verse 2: Lil mister) Yeah bitch this chiraq with body snatchers & kidnappers My niggas they running shit like factories keep big 9's Bounce a nigga like a trampoline I be slowed down off promethazine Clean a nigga like listerine Clip long as magazine a 100 shots make a soul lift I be going crazy with the rubber grip Catch a opp lacking then I hit the dip 40 shells are in his hips Now he need a bag when he go shit I'm a real nigga I'll never switch Make bands fly no magic trick (Verse 3: Billionaire Black) Clout god I clout hard Kill a nigga in his backyard Shells turn him to a trackstar niggas talk crazy let the mac spark I let the k spark I let the k bark Kill a nigga in his graveyard Yall niggas so pussy yall weren't raised hard You niggas can't see me ray charles I'm dressed in all black, White 9 Gotta mac on me I'll pull it Got a 30 shot Got a 50 shot I got a handgun shoot Shoot yall bullets Man down on the scene Nigga try me His ass gone catch these bullets Head shot that's a red dot turn his dreads to a fucking mullet Bitch i'm in love with money I'm in love with thumbing Sit back pour a 4-red Call that sipping blood money Niggas won't make it to this summer It's chiraq niggas getting wack Got a big mac It go click clack You better get back before you get wacked
(Verse 4: $wagg Dinero) Roll a opp pack getting top back i'm a young nigga but i got that Roll a opp pack getting top back i'm a young nigga but i'm bout that Roll a opp pack getting top back i'm a young nigga but I got that I'm a young nigga but i got that I'm a young nigga but i got that Bricksquad shit how you hate though Might pull up let the Tank blow Keep squad with me we all blow Keep singles out in my bankroll If you need a lot come talk to me See more cake then a factory Don't ask to get a track from me Unless you talking Racks to me Oso arrogant This jojo gang If you throw L then i'm taking names I don't hang around no fucking lames Team no lacking bitch i'm in the gang Bitch i'm on the 9 with a couple 9's Bring them all out for the summertime Bitch i'm on the 9 with a couple 9's & the bullets hot like the summertime (Verse 5: King Yella) Chiraq i run that Try me get dumb clapped I'm king yella don't ask that you dumb niggas like lab rats Got 50 shots in my coolant kit i'm in the gang all my niggas rich Fuck a opp nigga fuck a thot bitch Talk slick nigga get ya top hit In a drop top with a thick bitch With the 30 on her she talk mad shit Shoot a nigga it's tragic still wrap a nigga in plastic A the block we spraying shots don't pay attention to tater tots Got cash money so the block is hot Since a juvenile had to block the top Niggas switching they style up No lacking we a mil up Been balling on them got a lot of points Got a lot of assists they wanna foul us Kill a nigga like a plow truck & all my shooters got wild bucks shout out nicki cuz her pussy sticky if I get a chance I might have to lick it 150 no roc block Fuck around & get ya block popped All i fuck is them bad hoes & i see you niggas with them pop thots Got a lot of hitters on standby they'll pop up like a pop tart Got a lot of hitters on standby they'll pop up like a pop tart (Verse 6: King Samson) Chiraq that's my city I'm riding round with that buck fifty I ain't talking bout no hat though 50 shots in my mac though My killers kick in that back door Pull up slide in them back dos 79th some free throws choppa bullets look like egg rolls

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