Key Lime OG

Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico Who is Mike going crazy Aye Verse 1 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 talkin' bout the summer ain't talkin' 'bout the summer Hook 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 Verse 2 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, 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, Ion need no title ion 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 Sugar Trap, Rico, 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 Hook 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 myselfmyself 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 Outro 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