Ricoe Story, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Me and lil' bro plotting

How the fuck we gon' get out this

War picking up fast and all these cops got us surrounded

He say "bro we good I gotchu" in that moment couldn't be prouder

He say "let me cook and let me know how this shit sounding" (Aight)

I would check his Insta

But I know that shit too risky

They gon check his viewers,

See my name all on his lists and shit

Fuck it we gon have to get that nigga with a bitch

But it won't be no piece of cake,

Cuz he don't just think with his dick

Aight I got it, not no bitch,

Somebody closer like his sister

He get set up by his twin he ain't gon know what the fuck hit him

"I'll come thru like Aaron Donald when i go in on the blitz"

"Lil bro relax and have some patience that's what got his brother killed"

Ight so boom woo-wop-da-bam

Look up his sister onna gram

She same age as lil' bro

So now we know we got a chance

I tell him "flirt don't make it

Hot or send no plots through her DM"

Sent the text around 9:30

She responded before 10

She rock designer on her page so we went half on to get her in

Put some money in her pocket dress her down in the new Skims

Got her wrapped around our fingers like she one of our BMs

Now it's time to cook plot so now just watch how this shit flip

Tugga fucked her through the mattress

Then sit back and pick her brain

He find that she got family issues

Tragedies and pain

Hate the men that's in her family cuz they tell her off, she faking

And they took her uncle's side when she had told them that he raped her

She say "fuck it, kill them all" all from her papa down to Kasey

Say she'll do it for a price and ain't no problems with no payment

So shit, we hit that booking site set deposit for the day

And she do hair all round the city so I know she bout the slay

(shitttt) It's the night shorty gon die

But he don't know he gon get killed

He think he taking his sister to the store to get some chips

Soon as they get off the porch she tell him she forgot some shit

Thats our cue we finna hawk soon as she step back in the crib

Palms sweaty as the fuck

But that don't mean that I ain't made for this

Let's go on a mission

Grab your shiesty for surveillances

We better not fuck it up

All the shit we payed for this

Hit that G Herbo whistle bitch I prayed for this

We hop out too easy, shorty tweaked, he must ain't see the car

Nigga must ain't have his blick his instinct was to beat the block

First 3 they went in his leg next 6 they went in his top

Entry wound went through his head

Exit wound through cinderblock

(Hahahaha)

I think he dead now (I think he dead, I think he dead)

Can you talk to the dead? I can. Do you hear what he's saying now?

I thought you was the man, the fuck done happen to your plan now?

I bet all your niggas keep my cousin out they damn mouth

(On Monty)