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rico cartel - z-code lyrics

[intro: hotboii]
pull up the finger likin’ in the g wagon
hmm, mmm
(k hendrix cold as a motherf+cker)
youngins ran it up, we gotta achieve something
with a whole bunch of cheder and a lot of cash

[chorus: rico cartel & hotboii]
i shoot a n+gga on gp
genevive f+ck boys know they can’t see me (see me), yeah
i got a crush on kiki, shawty gon’ f+ck when she see me, vv (vv)
aquafina i can walk on water (on water)
beat down a trot, you can place you a order (place you a order)
i hit the dentist, b+tch you know i’m from florida (you are)
steppin’ on n+ggas and makin’ it harder (makin’ it harder)
makin’ it harder for those who are shorter
my b+tch got ’em black for real, ayy
i don’t know how to forgivе
i do best believе am gon’ get back for real, ayy
cut me you’ll do it again
you can do some real sh+t, n+gga you still fake
i just be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, do it for a living, i got diarrhea, ayy
(i got diarrhea)

[verse 1: rico cartel & hotboii]
back then finger l!ckin’ in a g wagon (yeah)
jump out with double cup, i’m a lean addict (yeah)
say he ran it up, we know that he flashin’ (we knows)
she commin’ with me, she call me her z daddy (yeah)
i switch the play, had to call me a opp (a opp)
i stay down ’til i get me a audemars (uh+oh)
she a lil’ freak, ion’ know what you talkin’ ’bout (ion’ know)
i d+ck her down and you put your all in her (yeah)
i switch mad, you don’t need no johnny (you don’t, no)
f+ck the feds tell ’em free lil’ johnny (free johnny)
bankroll fat don’t need no wallet (no wallet)
tell me what you need, best believe i got it (tell me what you need)
i’m on a whole lotta loud (loud)
now they treat me like i’m special (special)
ege come get you something extra (something extra)
autopilot when i’m in the tesla (shwoo)
we get back like v roy and o
don’t do computers, can’t keep up with him
long live 23, jump out the gym
got his b+tch on my cheque and she know that i’m him
let’s get to it and pay no
we ain’t gotta waste no time
all these vv’s in the room, baby girl we all shine
[chorus: rico cartel & hotboii]
i shoot a n+gga on gp (shine)
genevive f+ck boys know they can’t see me
i got a crush on kiki, shawty gon’ f+ck when she see me, vv (vv)
aquafina i can walk on water (on water)
beat down a trot, you can place you a order (place you a order)
i hit the dentist, b+tch you know i’m from florida (you are)
steppin’ on n+ggas and makin’ it harder (makin’ it harder)
makin’ it harder for those who are shorter
my b+tch got ’em black for real, ayy
i don’t know how to forgive
i do best believe am gon’ get back for real, ayy
cut me you’ll do it again
you can do some real sh+t, n+gga you still fake (still fake)
i just be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, do it for a living, i got diarrhea, ayy
(i got diarrhea)

[verse 2: hotboii]
i just be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, do it for a living, i got diarrhea
same cartier, different rocks in my sh+t
pulled up in a coupe, shot raps in the vid
i swear it’s hard for me to forgive
i just find myself lookin’ back in the rear
still without this fame, gotta keep me oblivious
i feel like i’m stainless when i got the steel (whoa)
shawty told me “if you adore me, dior me”
love money and i love deepthroat
with a billion goods right now woulda stuck to the code
no telling what he told
ain’t no tellin’, i was a felon, running with weapons
i bust yo’ melon
on my birthday n+gga i was askin’ to cut
2012 when i was eleven
me and rico gotta crush some key
key, better know that we sharin’
carin’ is sharin’, sharin’ is carin’
crazy thing is i f+cked sharron and karen
so that’s his b+tch, i don’t need, can’t spell it
run with your heart off your sleeve, for the damage
now i’m on top of this beef, i’m in marriage
i shoot a n+gga gp no flaggin’
[chorus: rico cartel & hotboii]
i shoot a n+gga on gp
genevive f+ck boys know they can’t see me (see me)
i got a crush on kiki, shawty gon’ f+ck when she see me, vv (vv)
aquafina i can walk on water (on water)
beat down a trot, you can place you a order (place you a order)
i hit the dentist, b+tch you know i’m from florida (you are)
steppin’ on n+ggas and makin’ it harder (makin’ it harder)
makin’ it harder for those who are shorter
my b+tch got ’em black for real, ayy
i don’t know how to forgive
i do best believe am gon’ get back for real, ayy
cut me you’ll do it again
you can do some real sh+t, n+gga you still fake (still fake)
i just be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, do it for a living, i got diarrhea, ayy
(i got diarrhea)

[outro: hotboii]
hot
hot kut da fan on
hot kut da fan on
lil’ b+tch
kut da fan on

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