Pickle Rick (feat. Rayvin Tankerson)
I don't wanna fuck around, get broken by a bitch
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich
She be talking 'bout she wanna get some of this dick
Your girl hella horny she can get this pickle rick
Get out of my way cuz I'm bout to hit a lick
I be making cash yeah my pockets hella thick
I got hella game watch out might steal your bitch
I be switching lanes like I'm moving hella quick
Bout to catch on fire like I'm spitting on a wick
Might make you vomit like my flow is hella sick
Your girl fucking bugging I'm a dog and she a tick
Keep that shit reloaded like you heard a fucking click
She be entertaining like magicians doing tricks
That ho disrespectful, she don't swallow, yeah she spit
I count hella money like I'm fucking moving bricks
Leave a boy leave a boy red like a radish
Don't stick with no ho I dine and dash it
Your ho hella stinky smelling like some catfish
I was done with your shit, no burrito but I wrapped it
I'm your boy feeling cool but no icee
Little ho amusement park she be riding
Scooby-doo pull up with clues come and find me
Got ur mans hella mad he wanna fight me
I be laid back and laughing
When I listen to y'all rapping
I'm not tripping off you niggas
Can't even see what's back there
Show no mercy, takes what's mine
Don't be talking to me if you ain't support the grind
Money on my mind
Money on the line
Ho I'm in my prime and I'm having a good time
Coming with the heat and paper, someone get an ash tray
I'm gifted, my sentences be making honeys get bad
2020 Tunnel vision, this shit gone be hitting different
I never once had some competition
Can't match my composition, my vision, my beats, and my lyrics
We ain't equals
You be tripping
Now everybody listen
I'm saying this one time to many
If I say it again it wouldn't impretty
If we ain't homies don't say that you roll with me cause I'm popping now
Everybody ask me how and I just go with it
A go getter, gold getter, stone cold, young flow
Spitting flows sicker than kiddiess with colds in em'
I hit this beat like it was mine
I'm sorry I got lost in the rhymes
No sense of time
I ain't lying, the throne gone be mine
No one of my kind
I know I'm bout to shine
It's KOTA
I don't wanna fuck around, get broken by a bitch
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich
She be talking 'bout she wanna get some of this dick
Your girl hella horny she can get this pickle rick
Get out of my way cuz I'm bout to hit a lick
I be making cash yeah my pockets hella thick
I got hella game watch out might steal your bitch
I be switching lanes like I'm moving hella quick
Bout to catch on fire like I'm spitting on a wick
Might make you vomit like my flow is hella sick
Your girl fucking bugging I'm a dog and she a tick
Keep that shit reloaded like you heard a fucking click
She be entertaining like magicians doing tricks
That ho disrespectful, she don't swallow, yeah she spit
I count hella money like I'm fucking moving bricks
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich
She be talking 'bout she wanna get some of this dick
Your girl hella horny she can get this pickle rick
Get out of my way cuz I'm bout to hit a lick
I be making cash yeah my pockets hella thick
I got hella game watch out might steal your bitch
I be switching lanes like I'm moving hella quick
Bout to catch on fire like I'm spitting on a wick
Might make you vomit like my flow is hella sick
Your girl fucking bugging I'm a dog and she a tick
Keep that shit reloaded like you heard a fucking click
She be entertaining like magicians doing tricks
That ho disrespectful, she don't swallow, yeah she spit
I count hella money like I'm fucking moving bricks
Leave a boy leave a boy red like a radish
Don't stick with no ho I dine and dash it
Your ho hella stinky smelling like some catfish
I was done with your shit, no burrito but I wrapped it
I'm your boy feeling cool but no icee
Little ho amusement park she be riding
Scooby-doo pull up with clues come and find me
Got ur mans hella mad he wanna fight me
I be laid back and laughing
When I listen to y'all rapping
I'm not tripping off you niggas
Can't even see what's back there
Show no mercy, takes what's mine
Don't be talking to me if you ain't support the grind
Money on my mind
Money on the line
Ho I'm in my prime and I'm having a good time
Coming with the heat and paper, someone get an ash tray
I'm gifted, my sentences be making honeys get bad
2020 Tunnel vision, this shit gone be hitting different
I never once had some competition
Can't match my composition, my vision, my beats, and my lyrics
We ain't equals
You be tripping
Now everybody listen
I'm saying this one time to many
If I say it again it wouldn't impretty
If we ain't homies don't say that you roll with me cause I'm popping now
Everybody ask me how and I just go with it
A go getter, gold getter, stone cold, young flow
Spitting flows sicker than kiddiess with colds in em'
I hit this beat like it was mine
I'm sorry I got lost in the rhymes
No sense of time
I ain't lying, the throne gone be mine
No one of my kind
I know I'm bout to shine
It's KOTA
I don't wanna fuck around, get broken by a bitch
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich
She be talking 'bout she wanna get some of this dick
Your girl hella horny she can get this pickle rick
Get out of my way cuz I'm bout to hit a lick
I be making cash yeah my pockets hella thick
I got hella game watch out might steal your bitch
I be switching lanes like I'm moving hella quick
Bout to catch on fire like I'm spitting on a wick
Might make you vomit like my flow is hella sick
Your girl fucking bugging I'm a dog and she a tick
Keep that shit reloaded like you heard a fucking click
She be entertaining like magicians doing tricks
That ho disrespectful, she don't swallow, yeah she spit
I count hella money like I'm fucking moving bricks
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Writer(s): Alan Pizarro
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