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rico sitchy - beggin lyrics

[intro: rico sitchy]
grah grah
grah, grah, grah grah
oh, he tryna slide? he gon die
we 250 hoppin out the+
grah, grah, grah grah
oh, he tryna slide? he gon die

[hook: rico sitchy]
oh, he tryna slide? he gon die
we 250 hoppin’ out the ride
don’t care ’bout what he say, or what she say
tryna put a n+gga in the sky
yeah, they took bro, i ain’t gon lie
we been hitting n+ggas since he died
if we ever miss em, then we gotta get em
cause we taking two for every one of mine

[verse 1: rico sitchy]
whеn i black out, go crazy
bro done backed out on his lady
?? he a duckеr, running to his safety
him and mari texting me for safety
jdot be texting me like if he crazy
?? can’t name a n+gga that done chased me
metro pcs was your safety
he a kid, n+ggas babies
[verse 2: b don]
.380 on me leave a n+gga lazy
this for anybody tryna play crazy
said she wan’ f+ck then i tell her like maybe
beat up her guts, i ain’t tryna have babies
amiri denim, i spin in all black, back
i know i’m quick to attack
said they want smoke, but that boy in a pack
yellin out e+way, i be with the makks
after i hit it, you can take her back
spinnin round, ridin’ with it on my lap
i sip the wokky, mix it up with ac
always on point, no i could never lack
bullets gon hit him, ripping through his hat
bro got the beam with the sh+t that attach
a bunch of hollows tellin’ n+ggas catch
grah, grah

[verse 3: rico sitchy]
oh, they think its a game?
started rapping, b+tch i let it bang
and before all the flockin’, used to do my thing
every n+gga you see me with, they got a name
we done spinned in the rain, totin’ 40,000 .38s
on that drill bro was buggin, bro still got a case
every bullet gon lift a n+gga like a weight
if that n+gga duck then we gotta get him
off this wokky, dirty in my system
late night clutchin’, riding with the smith n’
we see opps, hop out, go get em
on that block, i’m totin’ on my g
fl!cking on bad time, i’m the sleeze
she gon die, she f+ckin up her knees
blowing her back out, made her cream
mask up, i’m ducking from the deez
bro could’ve packed him, left him weak
everybody tough and got a g
but is you active in them streets?
n+ggas know what’s up
we 250, n+ggas better duck
dotty get the rock, you know that he be clutchin’
if he ever misses, they gon hit em up
like
making n+ggas run
on the daily totin’ on my gun
step with every stepper, do this sh+t for fun
d throw gun down, tell em pick em up like
oh he think he crazy?
please dont lack on a date with your lady
i’m walkin’ on every song you gotta pay me
them n+ggas gon dis me and it’ll never faze me
and don’t lack with your baby
cause i’m throwin’ bullets like mcgrady
?? he a runner i see why he hate me
nick, you a victim, he think he can chase me
oh, they wanna diss?
got a smith, i’m lookin’ for a rip
lil ddot turned trend, he couldn’t wait to switch
we smokin on c+hii, mix it with the rip

- rico sitchy lyrics

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