RILEY
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Lyrics
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 still put it down and then rack his ass Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene it look like a maxi pad Indian plug hold up That nigga work in a taxi cab And I still got grams in the plastic bag Put the gun brrr Put the gun brrr brrr brrr hey hey hey Bitch I'm not a human being I'm a walking Micheal Myers movie scene Bust all over her face she told her nigga it acne removal cream Swimming in that water She call me big daddy bitch I'm scuba steve All these internet niggas they need gigabytes and computer screens Kicked door up then move into a glizzy 21 jump street niggas be smitty Walked down, because these niggas be sissy My family be proud they callin' me sticky Big four of Wock', we ain't sippin' on whiskey Pull up with a 50, they callin' me Ulysses Grant My shooter with dreads, he know where your man at Moon walkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex 30 bands, got a boujee bitch in black Rolex watch, they like "where Ben 10 at?" I'm servin' that shit like Maddy Throwin' scooby snacks, "okay raggy" I hit on a bitch, she like "okay daddy" Went to jail, had a big glock spazzin' Choppa make em flip, he do gymnastics Nigga play with them automatics Brr, put the gun brr Brr brr brr, hey hey hey Put a chop to his head like he special ed Xan got a big 40 And I still put it down and then rack his ass Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene it look like a maxi pad Indian plug hold up That nigga work in a taxi cab And I still got grams in the plastic bag Put the gun brrr Put the gun brr brr brr hey hey, Hey How the fuck you a plug with no work? How the fuck you a killer, no dirt? Shooters shoot like DaBaby he Kirk Give his family the blues like a smurf Used to trap off the phone with a chirp Servin' outta KD of the earth All my niggas been G from the birth Send him up, now he sleepin' in church You believe 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," cuz it got girth If I got a bag, she get a purse, sike Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right I got to take me a trip, flight Is he a man or a bitch, dyke Ha-ha-ha-ha, I want a LaFerrari with the top down Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm doing pretty good for a Largo dropout Ha-ha-ha-ha, say that heat, it's cool cuz I'm hot now Ha-ha-ha-ha, now we in the 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 still put it down and then rack his ass Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene it look like a maxi pad Indian plug hold up That nigga work in a taxi cab And I still got grams in the plastic bag Put the gun brrr, put the gun, brr brr brr hey hey hey
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:38
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 136 BPM