Waka Flocka Flame - R.I.C.O. (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Y'all hooting and hollerin' about who's hotter Got 28 sales next month man Just closed two deal on my Email and my iPad 30,000 feet in the air I'm like that [Verse 1] Back in this b**h, yeah I'm back in this b**h If that b**h get to spazzing, I'm axing that b**h And I'm asking you rappers, do you ask your b**h for permission to sit down and piss? (p**y!) I'm actually rapping 'bout factual sh** Couple hundred on chains put that on my bling I'm a savage, I'm blessed and they asking you sh** And you do too much, n***as get slapped like a b**h I make in a week what you make in a year Eight figure, n***a, so let that be clear I captain you n***as, please let me steer For hope for your n***as, and that sh** is weird Yeah, you got a single - your swagger so boring I swear I feel like imma never stop touring They claiming it's time to bring races together They come to my shows, get wasted together Party together Smoke one together I'm changing the world, y'all hope for the better My business I handle You rappers just rebel They tell me "Come back", but the game is in shambles And it's just a shame, they come in my lane They want that old Flocka, that Hard in the Paint They feel so authentic, you artists is lame Face, car, I got credit charged into the game I matched in the gas and I mastered my craft School of hard knocks, got my Masters in math I count them like Scooter, then go see my j**eler Oh y'all some OGs, I'm original shooter They screaming "Free Gucci!" and yelling out "Squaad!" Like y'all n***as knew us, man y'all n***as frauds I sell to Atlantic, but don't need a deal Please do not panic, return of the real (Flocka!) [Bridge 1] My n***as got hit with the R.I.C.O.(why?) We come in the prison with choppers like I'm freeing Chapo ? My n***as got hit with the R.I.C.O. (you know) Flockaveli a cla**ic, so please stay tuned for the sequel [Verse 2] They tweeting and talking and dissing and blogging Try me in July, you be missing by August My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses You soft as that pillow you talking... on, gone Fu-f** fu-f** it I'm back Put your hands up front, to the back Swiss blade to your jawline It's our time Imma count down from 10, draw 9s f** the confederate flag Looking racist in his face and a** Why you hate me cause I'm black? The police arrest us, blast us, trap us, athletes, rappers, actors Put a picture up and act like a pastor, please Shhhh-sh**! [Bridge 2] Man, I should be touching the people Still hustle like hustle is legal (squad, squad) Boy, I'm feeling like I'm Bugsy Siegel Loordd, deliver me from evil (please) Loordd, who the f** are these people? [Verse 3] This is a chapter, a verse and a testament Post for the reference, I think it's evident If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence I free all my n***as, soon as I'm President And f** Donald Trump, man I'm sending you straight to Mexico to live in, motherf**er I'm out, man, Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear A lot of rappers slain My young n***as asking "Can I snatch his chain?" Look down, said "I though the same thing" (ya dig!) Flockaveli 2, middle finger fame (I'm with the sh**!) Made a million dollars off of rapping Made a million dollars off of trapping Made another quarter million off of capping Flockaveli 2