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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
Songwriter
Rayant Vilorio
Songwriter
Christopher Trejo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyrico
Producer
MERCY BEATZ
Producer
Lyrics
I'm tryna find rico
I'm tryna find rico who the fuck is rico
Mercy beats n---a
Man who the fuck is rico
Man ion know no fuckin rico
Bitch keep yo mouth closed
I see my bleeda with my eyes closed
I see thru blindfolds
I know that change on me
So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my functioning
I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe
You say you gon rob me well come try me and see what I do
If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary
You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me
Used to throw on my draco fit and cause a problem
Now my bag bigger I go drilling in designer
Since you fuck with that side bitch you get tired of
Attending funerals back-to-back I make em pile up
You won't get no racks until you straight and put that on the bible
You slip you pay the consequence
Loose lips will get you zipped
I never trip I just dismember shit
Why they mention me and talk about my business and how I handle shit
My intentions be on killing I been outcha so dangerous
Won't let my feelings get involved no no no more
Get left in gunsmoke by my dawg
On every mission I'm the definition of the other wall
I see my bleeda with my eyes closed
I see thru blindfolds
I know that change on me
So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my function ng
I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe
You say you gon rob me well come try me and see what I do
If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary
You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me
I know they see me leaving fast I know ian finna crash
Know they gon catch you in the red zone
I be coming thru like a running back
Pop him give him a tag hop out and I'm shooting fast
Shots went thru his body fuck what he thinking it's too late for that
Let off a whole 100 rounds it's a massacre
No puppy child you get stepped on for thinking you a dog
This choppa wet you up
I could put you in the play have my lil hoe set you up
I'm seeing this quickly blitz will have you stiff and needing medical
If you catch me working my wrist
Then you gon see just how I dress you up
Don't get caught in a bleeda situation that's what I'm telling ya
Broke ya fucking face with this ak this bitch cater to you
Bitch I already overstayed but fuck it I still paid it fully
I see my bleeda with my eyes closed
I see thru blindfolds
I know that change on me
So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my functioning
I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe
You say you gon rob me well come try me and watch what I do
If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary
You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me
Writer(s): Christopher Trejo, David Catherine, Rayant Vilorio
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