Rico

[Intro: Hodgy] We in the studio I said, we in the studio Is this mic on? Check, check [Verse 1: Hodgy] I'm thankful for my position I was given in life Cause I know some people living who ain't living this life Read about starved children who ain't eating this right Drug lords declare war, selling cheaper the price Stunting dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice Get your swag from the blacks selling bags of the white Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed If the coppers come a-knocking, we gon' help that boy Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money See seashell money, we sell money Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money Dusty paper, stale money, I thought they restricted it Did for most people but we out here getting it [Hook: Frank Ocean] Bunch of hands under her dress, we get the feeling that she's faded And she's willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains Villain wolves screaming kill them all, fuck 'em all And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all [Verse 2: Hodgy] She handles herself with class She got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me She claim to like the stores and the clothes Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homie Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good It's so good, she can't flaunt her thing on me She can be full of swag, drive a Jag Poppin' tags on the Ave but she can't get her cake from me That sounded like the hook I threw at her and the swag I reeled her in Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in Like baby what's the deal with it? Seem to be attracted By the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold Dippin' with the duffles I hold, if we are a couple, let's go To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received [Hook: Frank Ocean] Bunch of hands under her dress, we get the feeling that she's faded And she's willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains Villain wolves screaming kill them all, fuck 'em all And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all