Rico Nasty – SON OF A GUN Lyrics

SON OF A *** Lyrics by Rico Nasty

Ha! No chip on my shoulder, I’m rocking that mowa, my *** is a soldier
Can’t *** with no poser, can’t *** with no poser, I bully, I dose her
She can’t stand next to me, that *** rock fashion nova
I’m rockin’ that Mason Mason, dare a *** to take it, take it

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin
Talkin’ a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya
Count up the money, can’t sleep on the racks
Buss *** down, beat up the packs
Don’t let ’em put batteries up in your back
Keep throwing dirt like I ain’t seeing that
Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come

You gon’ do what?
Son of a *** don’t run when I come
Son of a *** don’t run when I come

I’m on all get back, I want my lick back
I want drama, tell *** click back
This ain’t a diss track, more like a warning
I don’t rock that ***, hoes made it corny
She forgot what she said, okay, Miss Dory
Hoes make a new page to watch my story
And my house four stories
In that ho like Cory
I could never rap boring, uh

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin
Talkin’ a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya
Count up the money, can’t sleep on the racks
Buss *** down, beat up the packs
Don’t let ’em put batteries up in your back
Keep throwing dirt like I ain’t seeing that
Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come
Son of *** don’t run when I come

You gon’ do what?
Son of a *** don’t run when I come
Son of a *** don’t run when I come