Rico Chacon - Barnes & Noble (feat. CTB Nick) Lyrics

Back in them old days, I had a dark cloud
I don't think niggas can walk any miles in my shoes, I'm back down
Back when my life wasn't hittin' on shit for a minute and I walk with a big frown
Now all them old haters turn to new fans, niggas know that I got the crown
I got a new walk, a new sound, I'm proud of that
I got that bag talk, my bitch bad, and I like that
Niggas doin' all that rah-rah and honestly I don't write back
If I go stupid then get on my bully, these niggas gon' fold and fight back
Cause I'm like that
Still Rico spittin' true crack, ain't no question that the truth back
And V2 is a real pack, shit hittin' like some good thrax
Make a rapper wanna pay a stu tax
If you wanna see a dead boy, listen to Chacon, that's any track
Look, call me if you truly wanna see
What the cash can do for you and me
Niggas die from thinking shit sweet
Rico make you get up out your seat
Talk to me quick, not slick
My Spanish hoes call me Big Rick
Even though a nigga short as shit, I watch his baby mama take the tip
Slatt say he got a full clip, if a opp mouth get flip
Like your mama, we gon' get the switch, spank your block, till it shit and piss
Niggas might as well just quit, I'll never stop talkin' shit
Walk a beat then walk you down, f*ck with me you sleepin' in the pit
F*ck with me, you sleepin' in the pit
Slatt say he got a full clip, if opp mouth gettin' flip
Talk to me quick, not slick
My Spanish hoes call me Big Rick
Even though a nigga short as shit
Spank your block till it shit and piss
But I won't tell your secrets
Go in, Nick
I was a nigga quick to hit a lick
You was a nigga talkin' bout a bitch
Heads droppin' bro be off the shits
I walked in the label with a stick
Twelve called the clown, just to trip me
My fans said start droppin' every week
I fell off, but I ain't caught a cliff
Because it's middle fingers to the dicks
I'm put a nigga on motion, he ain't livin' through everything and the nigga was short
Bro told me leave from the street shit and get to the building, cause we tryna go hit up a tour
I love my granny, my one and only, one of the only ladies with a heart so pure
Missin' they money, the muscle, I just was a shawty, that killin' had hurt to the core
You cannot call me, I probably declined
Ghosting bitches, ain't one of them times
Type a nigga, I ain't wining and dinin
I have em crazy, now she cryin' on mine
Sorry, I'm trolling, but niggas been dyin' and dyin
Get back at him, don't seem like he trying
Heck of a talker, I really don't buy it
You see, it's up, then it ain't no rewindin
He off a bar, he foldin'
I'm droppin' bars, I'm golden
Book me a show, I'm going, book it like Barnes & Noble
Like that nigga hard, he local
But f*ck it, I'm hardly local
Reach for the stars, I'm focused
Bitch, I'm a star, that's noted
Nine on me, real rockets pocket watching
Get you popped, since you think you was Dillon
Intuition like a vision I left off a shot for a car like the shot clock ticking
You ain't the one, you be talkin' for bitches
Talkin' for clicks, you not that nigga
I had his cousin, come ask for a picture
F*cked on the sister, now she not his sister
See that up close, all of them niggas I'm callin' my brothers, sandbox shit
Niggas dead, f*ck them niggas from there
Can't talk about us if your mans got hit
Me and my brothers, we closer than brothers
No other would be on our sandbox shit
Think she be yellin', but she missin' Royalty, holdin' me, baby, I might not hit
R-I-C-O, pop ya through your peephole
I don't speak no Espanol, but boy, you niggas pendejos
Can't just worry about freak hoes
When I'm stackin' my pesos
What the f*ck is really love, for real, I felt you, J-Lo
Can't fake the funk, niggas talkin' till we pop the trunk
And I'm smokin' on some real runtz
Mama say I smell like twelve skunks
Opp niggas still speakin' out
Whole gang full of bitch punks
How you niggas ridin' five deep Just to get turned into five blunts