Rico Nasty - Take Off lyrics

Alright I'ma try not to sound like
A nigga on this song
'Cause Willie keeps saying I
Sound like a nigga
He a bitch nigga, he hating

Take a hit of this espialodocious
Stop choking
Hit you with that machine like Florence
You been hating on a real bitch
You've been getting mad
Sad boys have been this, bitch
Come fuck with me i got weed, I got Henny
And you bitches on my Steez
I wrote this shit so high
Giraffes touched my knees
I was touching skylines all because of trees
You know me
Double G, don't forget the O please
Motherfucker I'm me, who the fuck is you?
You claiming you's a boss bitch
Well what's new it ain't you
You said you moving bricks
But that ain't true non label ass bitch
You can save that shit
Put the chief in the woods
Then I flame that shit
Young senorita in love with that reefer
And niggas talking paper only
Ever seen a Visa broke ass, ho ass
Putting on the show ass niggas, go figure
Always be the ones that
Claim they fuck witcha
Ho you ain't my sister
I ain't grow up witcha
Hell nah baby girl you don't even know me
Screaming loyalty over everything yet
You smashed my homie
I can't deal with you bitch
Buy her some Chipotle now she
Nailing type of bitches

I'm just tryna get high
But I can't fly with no pigeons
Is you listening? I'm just tryna get high
But I can't fly with no pigeons

My shit is never before seen
Off the motherfucking lean
I killed the scene and I
Don't even gotta say shit
I'm with my niggas and we
Higher than a space ship
My weed Neal Armstrong and
You know I'm facing be patient
I come with that cock back turn left, wasted
Damn it feel amazing to be close to my plug
He always quick to sacks with the bud
And let me try the new stuff
You know my cup doubled up
But that really purple stuff
Jolly Ranchers is a must my nigga
I don't fuck with no scrub ass niggas
I'm sipping on some sizzurp, face ass nigga
Young Flexican
You know I'm hanging with my Mexicans
I take that ho to Flexico, you make it rain
I don't pay for hoes hoes play for me
She just wanna be in my presence
I got this ho open like a present
Although I don't fuck with peasants
I'm sorry
Got you hoes salt cause I'm mixtape popping
Niggas text my phone like
"Rico why you stalling?"
Nigga you know I'm balling
But fuck, I don't got time to play Mr or Mrs
You talk it, I live it
I smack a bitch and dismiss it
Fuck your feelings lil' ho
You know you shop at rainbow
I ain't talking gays though
And is she smoking mid? I disown that ho
We don't spark oregano
I sent that bitch a sad face
I had to let her know
Bitch you got me mistaken
If you think you ain't matching me
I got hella' green bitch, that sour D
I bring the heat like the kitchen
You need a gutter bitch
You know I fit the description
All my drugs are prescription
And I think that I'm done rapping

I'm hungry as shit, I got the munchies