ฟังเพลงRiot (Explicit)

Song: Riot

Artist: Lil Skies

Lyrics: CashMoneyAP & Lil Skies

Composed: CashMoneyAP

CashMoneyAP

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah)

I (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

I (Yeah)

Ayy

Walkin' dripped out, you see the details

I got water on me drippin' like a seashell

I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, "Oh, well"

When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my next Hell

What you gon' do when you make it?

'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous

Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch

I'm a rich nigga, I won't fuck her if she basic

She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin'

Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason

Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'

I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded

Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'

Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'

If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'

Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'

And I'ma boss up on any occasion

Young nigga poppin' tags

Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go

Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos

And he sellin' out shows, you know

I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain

Tryna snatch it, take your brain

Big smoke nigga, you ain't never helped your mans

Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand

You a ho nigga, and I'm livin' by the code

I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, suck my soul

Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow

I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope

Why your baby-daddy broke? That nigga is a joke

I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't

Call up stance, I'm the boat, the gang stay afloat

Got bred by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast

I'm too nice with this

She wanna come suck, I told her come ride the dick

My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit

You fuck around, get clapped, tryna highfive and shit

I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it

You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid

I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid

Done livin' average, the truth was in my music

Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason

Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'

I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded

Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'

Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'

If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'

Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'

And I'ma boss up on any occasion

Young nigga poppin' tags

Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go

Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos

And he sellin' out shows, you know

I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain

Tryna snatch it, take your brain

Big smoke nigga, you ain't never helped your mans

Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand

You a ho nigga

Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho nigga, yeah

Why you a ho nigga, yeah

Why you a ho, yeah

All we got nigga