Ricoe - Ricoe Story, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Me and lil' bro plotting
How the f*ck we gon' get out this
War picking up fast and all these cops got us surrounded
He say "bro we good I gotchu" in that moment couldn't be prouder
He say "let me cook and let me know how this shit sounding" (Aight)
I would check his Insta
But I know that shit too risky
They gon check his viewers,
See my name all on his lists and shit
F*ck it we gon have to get that nigga with a bitch
But it won't be no piece of cake,
Cuz he don't just think with his dick
Aight I got it, not no bitch,
Somebody closer like his sister
He get set up by his twin he ain't gon know what the f*ck hit him
"I'll come thru like Aaron Donald when i come through on the blitz"
"Lil bro relax and have some patience that's what got his brother killed"
Ight so boom woo-wop-da-bam
Look up his sister onna gram
She same age as lil' bro
So now we know we got a chance
I tell him "flirt don't make it hot
Or send no plots through her DM"
Sent the text around 9:30
She responded before 10
She rock designer on her page so we went half on to get her in
Put some money in her pocket dress her down in the new Skims
Got her wrapped around our fingers like she one of our BMs
Now it's time to cook plot so now just watch how this shit flip
Tugga f*cked her through the mattress
Then sit back and pick her brain
He find that she got family issues
Tragedies and pain
Hate the men that's in her family cuz they tell her off, she faking
And they took her uncle's side when she had told them that he raped her
She say "f*ck it, kill them all" all from her papa down to Kasey
Say she'll do it for a price and ain't no problems with no payment
So shit, we hit that booking site set that deposit for the day
And she do hair all round the city so I know she bout to slay
(shitttt) It's the night shorty gon die
But he don't know he gon get killed
He think he taking his sister to the store to get some chips
Soon as they get off the porch she tell him she forgot some shit
Thats our cue we finna hawk soon as she step back in the crib
Palms sweaty as the f*ck
But that don't mean that I ain't made for this
Let's go on a mission
Grab your shiesty for surveillances
We better not f*ck it up
All the shit we payed for this
Hit that G Herbo whistle bitch I prayed for this
We hop out too easy, shorty tweaked, he must ain't see the car
Nigga must ain't have his blick his instinct was to beat the block
First 3 they went in his leg next 6 they went in his top
Entry wound went through his head
Exit wound through cinderblock
(Hahahaha)
I think he dead now (I think he dead, I think he dead)
Can you talk to the dead? I can. Do you hear what he's saying now?
I thought you was the man, the f*ck done happen to your plan now?
I bet all your niggas keep my cousin out they damn mouth
(On Monty)