[Intro]
(I am trying to find Rico, I am trying to find Rico)
Who the fuck is Rico?
(Mercy Beatz, n***a)
Man, Who the fuck is Rico?
Man I don't know no fucking Rico, Bitch keep your mouth closed

[Chorus]
I seen my Bleeda with my eyes closed, I've seen them blindfold I'd knew they would change on me
So many drugs into my lungs and stop my functioning (And stop my functioning) I'll have them shooters on your ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closets that be dead body's that be on my shoe, You say your gon' to rob me well come try it and watch what I'll do
If I rap about my life on every song can make a summary (Could make a summary) You want up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me (You ain't thе one for me)

[Verse: 1]
Use to throw on my (?) and causе a problem, now my bag bigger (?) in designer (Ahhhh)
Since you fuck with that side bet you get tied up, attending funerals that's back to back I make them pile up (Make them pile up)
Put that on (?) you slip you pay the consequence, (?) get you zipped I never trip I just dismantle shit
Why that bitch (?) in they mentions talking bout my business and how I handle shit (Fuck wrong with y'all?) and my intentions be on killing and I've been outchea so damaging
(?) no, no, no more, get left gunsmoke by my dog, on every mission I'm the definition of the auto war

[Chorus]
I seen my Bleeda with my eyes closed, I've seen them blindfold I'd knew they would change on me
So many drugs into my lungs and stop my functioning (And stop my functioning) I'll have them shooters on your ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closets that be dead body's that be on my shoe, You say your gon' to rob me well come try it and watch what I'll do
If I rap about my life on every song can make a summary (Could make a summary) You want up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me (You ain't the one for me)
[Verse: 2]
I know they see me living fast, I know I ain't finna crash (I know I ain't finna crash)
Catch em' in the red zone I be coming through like a running back
Pop him get him a tat, hop out (?) shooting fast, shots (?) left his body fuck what he thinking its too late for that
Got a whole hundred rounds its a massacre, no public child you get stepped on from thinking you a dog chopper wet ya' up
I could put you in the plan, have my lil hoe set you up, (?) blitz and have you stiff and needing medical
Catch you (?) my wrist and you gon' see just how I dress you up, caught the Bleeda situation that's what I'm telling ya
Been done broke your fucking face with this AK and let this bitch cater to you, (?) devil (?) but fuck it I still made It fully

[Chorus]
I seen my Bleeda with my eyes closed, I've seen them blindfold I'd knew they would change on me
So many drugs into my lungs and stop my functioning (And stop my functioning) I'll have them shooters on your ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closets that be dead body's that be on my shoe, You say your gon' to rob me well come try it and watch what I'll do
If I rap about my life on every song can make a summary (Could make a summary) You want up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me (You ain't the one for me)

[Outro]
(I am trying to find Rico, Rico who in the fuck is that?)
(Mercy Beatz, n***a)