Rico Cash - Invisible
Yeah1008 we like the motherfucking Mafia dawg
You gone need some binoculars to see this shit
Even up close you still can't see this shit
I be feeling invincible nigga
On yo bitch ass nigga
All yall lil niggas invisible to me
Ric lets go
Chrome Hearts shades, I got dope boy ways
I got one phone for my plug and one phone for my plays
I put a drum on my lil stick feel like I'm playing in a parade
I got her dizzy from that dick feel like she walking thru a maze
My trap just like JJ's I can serve yo ass a chicken wing
Went and bust a jugg and blew the profit on my pinky ring
Boot camp stepping with them steppers like I'm major pain
I got big rank never had a piggy bank won't never change
This shit here ain't fair I'm the trapper of the year
If they knew about that brrr they tryna give that boy the chair
Prada shoes got every pair trap em out the fuck I care
Still got Dior I ain't wear I put that shit on like oh yeah
Sliding in that vette she gave me top like top golf
Ain satisfied til ya whole block knocked off
Throat goat on them adderall she got lock jaw
Gun smoke bussin my gun get my rocks off
100k, 200k, 3, 400k yeah andale
Chains just like a runaway, I'm lit up just another day
I'm lit up each and everyday
Just made a thirty yesterday
Bitch I'm Ric the Freak when I'm in that pussy I go concentrating
Yeah, my lil bitch go crazy and that head amazing
I tell her I like that pussy bald head like cancer patients
I told her 12 pull us over this yo blicky baby
I pop me a perk then a perk and I pour me a deuce like fuck probation
Ha, we riding round four deep with them sticks like night we going in creep mode
Truck load flying down the e-way sent wit them P's thank God for my migos
Fizzle don't play if I tell him he'll walk ya ass down hit em straight through the peep hole
Baguettes on fingers, I flooded my neck and my wrist yeah both of em kilos
Written by:
JACK EMORY MORRIS
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