FresCo & FresCo II

[Intro: Rico]
Yo, Yo
Yea, Yea
Rico

[Verse 1: Rico]
Am I proud to say that I'm a part of this Land
I'm that different nigga in the damn stands
With my hair nappy
And no damn fans
I'm walkin down the hallway like no one really knows the kid
Hatin faces
Bitches I can't replace them
Telling me I ain't amazing
I'll remember all y'all hating
Only one that stood out she tryna rub my face and
I don't play that shit
Aye fuck that bitch I don't forsake it
I'll never take it back
Laid my heart
And now it's cracked
Now I'm rapping in the booth
Can't get nothing off my chest
Okay
Putting it to rest
Don't keep nothing but my fresh
And my homies we up next
And my fresh is on the next level

[Bridge: Rico]
Next Level (Next Level)
Next Level (Next Level)
My fresh is on the next level (Next Level)
Next Level (Next Level)
Next Level (Next Level)
My shit is on the next level

[Hook: Rico]
Fresh than a bitch, getting money, blow shit
(ride like the don, ride like the don, don)

[Verse 2: Rico]
I want to tell my story
Take a bitch and change her morals
Everyday's a different day
In the fucking corner
It's like a timeout
Should put my mind out
I put the pen down
And took my niggs out
Negativity
Everyday she missing me
Ask me what you doing?
I said "Possibly up in these dreams"
Tell me if I'm looking please
Cause i don't want to fucking see
Man i'll get that paper
And it's always up on to me
My mind is free
Got them vocals unleashed
Get yo habits off me
I don't like it by me
Nigga why you hating?
You should stack yo paper
But instead you focused
What's upon my table
What's up on my table

[Bridge 2: Rico]
Up on my table (My table, table)
Up on my table (My table, table)
Instead you focused on my table (My table, table)
Hmm, upon my table

[Hook]

[Skit]

[Transition to FresCo II]

[Intro]
Fresco
Uh
She dressed real nice
She dressed real nice
Said she dressed real nice
Im dressed real nice
You dress real nice
You dress real nice
Yea

[Verse 3: Rico]
Got that pink blazer on
All the women run and tell me
That young Rico looking good
Brush lint off, and give me (Ahh)
Got that rush ain't even know
Light that swish
And blow that reggie
Got that reefer in the room
Everybody blowing steady
Got rich
Off a switch
Nigga don't know
Magnificent
Look at her eyes
And look at her switch
Give me love, and blow me kiss
And know we bout it
We bout it
We turnt up
And we bout it
Close that door girl and acknowledge
Tell them niggas, that we hard knocking
Niggas dont roll unless they got money
Bossin up
It ain't funny
Just cool dudes
In Armani
Suits, In love girl
It alrighty
I know i just got downy
But really yo girl is exciting

[Hook: Rico]
Fashion Nights
Fashion Nights
Fashion Nights
We dressing nice
She dressing nice

[Verse 4: Rico]
It's getting cold outside
They running from the sides
Got that treb turnt down
So nobody hear a sound
How they get me in this bizz
All them niggas all so down
I know really, we them boys
But Khalifa got that sound
Look around
Catch a body
Killing niggas all with auties
Got that
(Buh,Buh,Buh, Buh)
Run in this bitch
Do you think we got em
Got more friends
Then they got hope round them
And niggas bound to have problems
Got them shades on to lose drama
Tell yo niggas that we walk round them
Fashion niggas, tell yo posse
When they get around me
It probably
Unnecessary
To have dirties and them bitches around me
And them bitches around me
Fresco

[Hook]