RIRIS & KYLIES

Lyrics

[Intro] I know your bitch too friendly, free ho' A Slipknot legend, good dope When I feel like AD, I'ma fill up the score [Chorus] My flow crazy, I know Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flow? Shit, I'll run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows? Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes You aren't pulling no bitches without selling shows [Verse 1] That ain't my baby, my .223 crazy That choppa spit game, I'm in love, she my favorite That lil' bitch overrated, I'll shoot back and fade it He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement No talk or debating, my new bitch a Asian (Go) She be kicking dope shit, put that bitch in the pedigree Half of these bitches off jiggies and ketamine I just skrrt, now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me (Woah, woah) Woah, woah It got saucy, I made a new recipe (Skrt, skrt) Got a AMG Red with the leather seats (Skrt, skrt) I'm the ice cream man, feel like Master P "You got money now?" Bitch, yes, obviously (Donny) I can go bar-for-bar, get to rapping like Cassidy Turn on the news, they gon' say it's a tragedy I ain't look at your bitch, but she kept looking back at me (Boom, boom, boom, boom) [Refrain] Yes, we're upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Go ahead, turn it some more His girlfriend said that she like me, of course It's okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Can't take pictures no more They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo' (Go) Woah [Verse 2] Getting brash to my dreads like a muhfuckin' rasta I got shootas and commas, I'm hitting your partna' In the trap, beat jumpin', turn niggas to pasta Got an NLE Choppa, my nigga a shotta With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka And that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin' rounds Bet that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds, yeah Hunnid fifties on me now, yeah Bitch, I got hunnid fifties on me now And this shit for the sport, I'm finna hunt him down If shit get cool, I'm finna heat it down And lowkey, he got paranoid, we hunt him down They gon' have to bring ambulance and get him out He big wolf in his hood, I'm finna blow it down, bitch [Bridge] Woah, woah (What?), woah (What?), woah (What?) Woah, woah, woah, woah Your bitch hitting my line, leave that bitch lookin' silly I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli' Better cop it right now 'fore I'm out of your budget Finna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah [Chorus] My flow crazy, I know Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flow? Shit, I'll run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows? Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes You aren't getting no bitches without selling shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom) [Refrain] Yes, we're upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Go ahead, turn it some more His girlfriend said that she like me, of course It's okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Can't take pictures no more They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo' Woah [Outro] Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)