Rico Pack - Soldier Kidd

I got rico pack in the air, yeah

Nigga run up, no he won’t dare, yeah

She gon' fuck her cuz, 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 makin' 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 servin' for the ten, I just switched up like I’m Ben

Baby I’m a walkin' sin, where them pics you 'posed to send?

You can be an in or outtie

Nigga we ain’t smokin' Cali, nigga we ain’t poppin' xannies

Got her hooked just like xanny, niggas sweeter than some candy

So I’m poppin' 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 smokin' like a vent, I ain’t breathin' either nigga

Smokin' 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 cuz, 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 makin' 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 sippin' alcohol

Servin' trees in the hall, hidin' 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 thinkin' that I’m a star but I got ounces in the jar

I be bouncin' in the club, I be steppin' with them thugs

Went to school but goin' dumb, I be givin' 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 a 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 cuz, 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 makin' 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