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Allen Ritter - Rico Remix Lil Robbie Enrico Response Lyrics

[Intro:]
Ayo Robbie, Eric. I'm just gonna be honest with you. You totally slaughtered that R.I.C.O. beat, guys, and not in a good way. So let me show you how it's done

[Verse:]
Now both of you trippin' if
Either you thinkin' you rappers, you ain't
Homie I'm about it, you should try to get up out it
I been going way harder in the paint 'cause your rap shit fake
I been on a grind for a minute and I
Got a few tapes that'll bang a lot
You only been a rapper, like, a day anyway and you
Got a few joints that'll bang or not
I said it was hot but now I'm beggin' you stop
You thought it was dope but it really is not
And that's only dope from my pocket
You prolly should walk it out homie and cop it
And why you playing yourself, you know I'm the shit
'Cause honestly bruh you been all on my dick
'Cause why would you try write a diss if my first was a miss
You thought it was sick?
Eric, yo, Lil Robbie, though
You bit every flow from the R.I.C.O
Y'all unoriginal, I be the pinnacle
Y'all make a milli when I'm a millenial: Never!
(For now) And Robbie the fuck is you
Sayin' you son of the South, we the Midwest
But I guess if you claiming the south then you
Live at the bottom no doubt
Could give a fuck if my sister a hoe to you
'Cause honestly I'll keep it real with you
'Cause who was the one who was askin' me give her your
Number so she could hook up with you?
Now tell me, Robbie, how that go for you?
'Cause I ain't heard shit in a year or two
'Cause she never did message you, fuck if it's hurting you
Hate to say it she be curvin' you, whoa!
Yo, Eric... And I
Hope you get hit with the R.I.C.O., Enrico
That shit was pathetic, I get it, bless it
Why you tryna put on for the people
Homie you hit me with lazy, generic jokes
See, calling me “gay” unoriginal, it would
Work if we 12, I ain’t someone else gettin’
Hit with your crybaby yells, fuck it
You ain’t ride or die, you been a poser
You cry when you ridin’ on roller coasters
So how you gon’ call me a faggot?
You got my ass laughin’ from shit that you rappin’
And how you gon’ tell me you get some?
You getting’ pie but you became one
They say that you are what you eat
Think you cookin’ some beef but you ain’t never start none
Came in this shit I was lookin’ for raps
But both of y’all new shit is wack, I done got
Tired of rappers who thinkin’ they GOAT
But actually all of them broke but I ain’t the one
Only been on for a minute
I’m in it and all gotta know:
Robbie, you choked, Enrico, you lower than low
And both of you never be GOAT, listen
If y’all coming at me, you beggin’ I shoot
‘Cause I been a killer like Tony and Booth
The cover the color of death
So what is you thinkin’ you think’ I’ma do? Homie now
You could pretend you be spittin’ the truth
And I could pretend I ain’t doper than you
But honestly bruh I been spittin’ more fire than
Any a semi could shoot, gone!