Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Cash
Performer
Desmond Morris
Lead Vocals
Malique David PKA Mali Meexh
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Desmond Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tevin Revells PKA DrumDummie
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Look into the eyes of a killer, never let you get me
Pray to the lord for forgiveness
I know it been a minute
Get to tripping know I'll spin his shit
Walking on my island
1008 my gang gone move in silence, quiet
Moving round with snipers
Palm tree you my idol
Try the gang that suicidal
Bitch I put that on the Bible
Dirty sticks gotta keep a rifle
Yeah Fizzle he'll wipe em
Fuck a Jordan, Block 125 that was idol
200 miles per hour my dash, Im tryna get it
Yeah pushing ps I flip it upside down I let my Ps in
Been getting money for a minute no beginner shit
Tryna take a walk in my shoes but you can't fit in it
Mashin thru the city my MClaren I can't Miss Daisy her
Pull up in lil Cali this on blood they show me brazy love
Can't play with **** bout my paper fuck you take me for
Nina Sarfina my girl I gotta a baby her ****
Them people came thru with indictments that shit ain't shake me up
Come thru trim on my island that shit gone wake me up
See that night nose running so I had to wipe it clean
Two cups stuffed fireworks and promethazine
Told Huncho if he stay down I promise he gone win
Shoutout to my **** Princey that's my exit twin
Grew up on the south side of Atlanta, live a life a sin
Hope the Lord forgive me for the times I let the devil in
I said I hope the Lord forgive me for the times I let the devil in
Ricccccc yeah
Said I hope the Lord, yeah, for the time I let the yeah
You ever turned into a bitch for no reason **** it's fuck ya
Cross my heart and when you die I won't blink **** it's fuck ya
Brand new Roley on my wrist ion cherish it, this shit ain't nothing
I still remember how they killed big dawg so I'm always clutching
Throw that money to the sky, watch it fall down to the flo
I got murder on my mind, I just wanna up the sco
I got killers in my ride, they gone go wherever I go
Ain't no bitch inside my body, hope you know my gun gone blow
Pillow talking with them bitches, bitch, I fucked on all them hoes
I fucked up Phipps a thousand times, they know me in every single store
I'm a motherfuckin hood superstar, street king that's fasho
Get it straight up out the bowl and bless these bitches on the poles
Yeah, Sizzle called and got a new bag for me
1008 big timers, we the new cash money
Ion hang around no suckers get the fuck round from
My bitch harder than these **** plus she hold it down for me ****
Written by: Desmond Morris