RILEY (Explicit)

作曲 : Blue Rondo/IDK/Paven Melody/Xanman

作詞 : Blue Rondo/Paven Melody/Xanman

Ayy, woo

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh

Put a chop to his head like he special ed

Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass

Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad

Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab

And I still got grams in a plastic bag

Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

*****, I'm not a human being, I'm a Micheal Myers movie scene

Bust all over her face, she told her niggas it's acne removal cream

Swimmin' in that water, she call me big daddy, *****, I'm Scooba Steve

All of these internet niggas, they need gigabytes and computer screens

Kickdoor, move ass up in the glizzy

21 Jump Street, niggas be Schmidty

Walk down 'cause these niggas be sissies

My family proud, they callin' me sticky

Big four of Wock', we ain't sippin' on whiskey

Grant my shooter with dreads, he know we gon' man that

that

Thirty bands, got a bougie ***** implants

Rolex watch, they askin' like "Where Ben 10 at?"

I'm servin' that **** like Maddy

Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "Okay Raggie"

I hit on a *****, she like "Okay, daddy"

Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin'

Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics

Nigga play with them automatics

Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed

Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass

Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad

Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab

And I still got grams in a plastic bag

Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

Hey, how the **** you a plug with no work?

How the **** you a killer, no dirt?

Shooter shoot like DaBaby, he Kirk

Give his family the blues like a Smurf

Used to trap off the phone by the church

Servin' outta KD off the earth

All my niggas been G from the birth

Send him up, now he sleepin' in church

You can leave it or not, you can see what I'm worth

Shake him up and shoot, I call him Durk

She get on top, she gonna squirt

She say it hurt 'cause it got girth

If I got a bag, she get a purse, psych

Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right

I gotta take me a trip, flight

Is he a man or a *****, dyke

with the top down

drop out

Ha, ha-ha-ha, say that heat, it's good 'cause I'm hot now

Ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in a buildin', these niggas locked out

Brrt, put the gun (Ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayy, ayy)

Hey, hey, hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed

Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass

Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad

Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab

And I still got grams in a plastic bag

Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey