RILEY

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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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Duration
02:38
Key
1
Tempo
136 BPM

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