RILEY

Lyrics

[Intro: IDK] Ayy, woo Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh [Chorus: Xanman] Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40 And I'll still put it down and then wreck 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 Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Xanman] Bitch, I'm not a human being, I'm a walking Michael Myers movie scene Bust all over her face, she told her nigga it's acne removal cream Swimmin' in that water, she call me big daddy, bitch, I'm Scuba 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 Pull up with a fifty, they call me Ulysses Grant my shooter with dreads, he know we gon' man that Moonwalkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex Thirty bands, got a bougie bitch implants Rolex watch, they askin' like "Where Ben 10 at?" I'm servin' that shit like Maddy Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "Okay Raggie" I hit on a bitch, she like, "Okay, daddy" Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin' Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics Nigga play with them automatics Brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey [Chorus: Xanman] Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40 And I'll still put it down and then wreck 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 Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey [Verse 2: IDK] Ayy, how the fuck you a plug with no work? How the fuck 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 with a chirp 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, sike Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right I gotta take me a trip, flight Is he a man or a bitch, dyke Ha, ha-ha-ha, I wanna LaFerrari with the top down Ha, ha-ha-ha, I'm doin' pretty good for a Largo drop out Ha, ha-ha-ha, say he had heat, it's cool 'cause I'm hot now Ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in a buildin', these niggas locked out [Pre-Chorus: Xanman & IDK, both] Brrt, bullet goin', (Ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayy, ayy) Hey, hey, hey [Chorus: Xanman] Put a chop to his head like he special ed, Xan got a big .40 And I'll still put it down and then wreck 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 Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey