Fickle (feat. Rico Bando)

I can be stamped in your city A nigga don't have to admit it I don't need a stylist, I'm putting that shit on She know I get drippy I just be rolling that sticky She hit me ,wanna see what she missing I been that same old lil nigga You people be constantly switchin You people be Fickle Well I'm feeling to wreckless You niggas betta watch where you stepping These all white motherfuckin Giuseppe's They hate how I move, but don't even know what I do But just watch how them pockets get heavy Changed up the flow for embellishment Maneuver in silence, I feel like a popped me a deady Was usually moving unsteady, but I found my balance Yo bitch in the back getting ready Life aint nothing but finessing, but I do it better Stop working for niggas, that make you a boss Cuz niggas they always gone come with embezzlements I need it all, you can keep the rest of it Want me to fall, but I'm nothing less of miraculous Yall can keep all of that capping shit Know that these problems Aint come from no rapping bitch I can be stamped in your city A nigga don't have to admit it I don't need a stylist, I'm putting that shit on She know I get drippy I just be rolling that sticky She hit me ,wanna see what she missing I been that same old lil nigga You people be constantly switchin You people be Fickle So intellectual I'm playing games wit her head She in my bed getting sexual I'm not gone flex on you, But gone head make a wrong move and I promise my niggas would step on you I know the better you I know you fetish for cheddar, but you let that shit get the best of you Know I'm ahead of you Stop being tough behind letters and go get a check whatchu better do I got problems on problems How you gone teach me, but yeen got knowledge She gimme brains like applying for college She was a penny, I made her a dollar See I got problems on problems For a nigga who thinking they ready to solve em We getting fly in the slightest, that's often Niggas with attitudes ,but aint from Compton I can be stamped in your city A nigga don't have to admit it I don't need a stylist, I'm putting that shit on She know I get drippy I just be rolling that sticky She hit me ,wanna see what she missing I been that same old lil nigga You people be constantly switchin You people be Fickle