Soldier Kidd - Rico Pack lyrics

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex

You ain't got no bread to flex, I just pulled up with the TEC
Yeah I'm servin' for the ten, I just switched up like I'm Ben
Baby I'm a walkin' sin, where them pics you 'posed to send?
You can be an in or outtie
Nigga we ain't smokin' Cali, nigga we ain't poppin' xannies
Got her hooked just like xanny, niggas sweeter than some candy
So I'm poppin' rubber bands, make me pop another man
I don't fuck with none these man, only fuck with Soldier Kidd
She only fuck with Soldier Kidd, it's a stolo, it ain't rent
Baby girl you got me bent, think that I might want your friend
All these niggas nonsense, glory jit the main event
And we smokin' like a vent, I ain't breathin' either nigga
Smokin' loud like a speaker

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex, ayy

I come from the dirt dog, so I pop them percs dog
Pull up and I murk you dog, I been sippin' alcohol
Servin' trees in the hall, hidin' rico in my drawers
Soldier Kidd could be the nurse, I'ma give these niggas shots
I got Henny, I don't do shots
In Miami on the drop, in Miami tryna rock
Hundred bands, we the mob, hundred mans on the box
She be thinkin' that I'm a star but I got ounces in the jar
I be bouncin' in the club, I be steppin' with them thugs
Went to school but goin' dumb, I be givin' shawty funds
Me and K be on the run, we just hit for three months
I just smoked like fifty blunts, smoked lil whoadie like dud
Triple-X the Brady Bunch

I got rico pack in the air, yeah
Nigga run up, no he won't dare, yeah
She gon' fuck her cause, she don't care, yeah
You a square, you ain't Triple-X, yeah
I don't think she tryna be ex, I got rico in her chest
In the strip club makin' a mess
Tell them niggas go get a check, tell them niggas go get a 'Vette
Smoke that rico, throw my set, if I step I gotta flex