Jo Saza - Rick

Three me when you see me
Yuh, look Three me when you see me

Look

The flow gon' leave them like woo (Woo!)
I had to see this shit through
I wish y'all niggas was dead, well "bippity boppity boo"
This what my nigga's will do
Your nigga's don't listen you
My nigga's out in the dark
I told them to wait for the cue

Look, name dropping ain't my thang (Nah)
Chain popping ain't my thang (Nah)
Gang hopping ain't my thang (Nah)
Well fuck it I don't need a thang (Fuck it)
Michael Jordan with the rings
Steph curry with the range
Bellicheck with the game
And still ain't popping what a shame

Look
My bitch bad like Kim K
Rolling on a big face, blue face
Fucking on your bitch, how my dick taste?
And I'm the master, the sensei
I been in a mood nigga's call it a mixtape
Trendsetter flow with the kick bass
Niggas makes moves now y'all wanna move this way? (Nah)
I been in a zone like new Bape
Slave to the hustle mo'fucker, Kunta Kinte

Look, Nigga's been Ric with the flair
A flame and I came in like the prince of Bel-Air
A chain ain't a name
It ain't shit round here except a fucking lick niggas sick out here
Opps and the glocks only shit that I fear
But pop one shot and the gang interfere
Man of the hour but I made it a year
And these nigga's want my head but they far in the rear (Skrrt)

The flow gon' leave them like woo
I had to see this shit through
I wish y'all niggas was dead, well "bippity boppity boo"
This what's my nigga's do
Your nigga's don't listen you
My nigga's out in the dark
I told them to wait for the cue

Look, Superman with the cape
I go HAM, let them hate
I look death in the face
I know we gon' be okay
Ric Flair with the wave
Big pimpin' with the cane
Came from nothing but a faith
And now a nigga everything

Everyone rather them ignorant rappers who don't got the talent
Man this shit is backwards
They always chatter, but never say nothing and think they a factor
The fact of the matter is these niggas accidents
No I ain't having it
Fuck all the peace, Saza be the antagonist
Practice makes perfect, well nigga I'm practicing
I do this shit in my sleep I'm a naturalist
I'll be the devil, you be devil's advocate
666 Shots boy I'm accurate
Yea I made everything just by the sound of it
I want the world on my dick, just to balance it
I need the competition, boy a challenge
I need my bread and Imma need to count it
I need you to stop the talk if you ain't bout it
Boy I need to fly I'm tired of moving mountains

The flow gon' leave them like woo (Woo!)
I had to see this shit through
I wish y'all nigga's was dead, well "bippity boppity boo"
This what my nigga's will do
Your nigga's don't listen you
My nigga's out in the dark I told them to wait for the cue

Look, name dropping ain't my thang (Nah)
Chain popping ain't my thang (Nah)
Gang hopping ain't my thang (Nah)
Well fuck it I don't need a thang (Fuck it)
Michael Jordan with the rings
Steph curry with the range
Bellicheck with the game
And still ain't popping what a shame

Written by:
Jayden Jolcesar

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