PIZZAPARTY!

Lyrics

[Intro: Ray J] Yeah (RJ Diablo, man, you know what it is) [Chorus: RJLDiablo] Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys? Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys? Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees [Verse 1: RJLDiablo] If you wan' pull up, then I guess we could talk 'bout it You talk that shit about me just to get clouted I was raised in the ends, so then, boy, I hopped out it Booked it to the suburbs, now I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit RJ, he gang, and he fucked on your bitch He bought her Chanel from trapping them bricks Was trapping them kilos before I did shit Fights in nursery, I was really 'bout it I fucked on your bitch because she called me cute I showed her the missile and then she went boom Young lil' RJ and he back with a tune Let's air out the room, BL!ZZXRD's closet, spread fumes RJ a killer, your music is filler It's our anniversary, Bryson Tiller I'm high like a piller, I'm gangster, I'm driller Hit on a pussy, I feel like gorilla If you wanna talk, then come on, let's go I ain't got time to be fuckin' with hoes My music is sick, yours is gross If you send a shot then I will riposte I fire the beam, I ride with the team I'm dire for lean, you hired to clean I fire the beam, I ride with the team I'm dire for lean, you hired to clean [Chorus: RJLDiablo] Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys? Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys? Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees, oh yeah [Bridge: Skipper The Tipper] Tyler Made The Beat Tyler Made The Beat Tyler Made The Beat Tyler made the beat I'm tripping to my feet That bitch is honest cheatin' I'm rockin' with my cleaves Ayy, hold on, ayy Ayy, ayy, yeah [Verse 2: Skipper The Tipper, RJLDiablo] Step on the block then I shot him With all of his money I sure could of bought him His body don't float it went to the bottom I'm not very merry but you know that I'm poppin' A skull on my hip Extended the grip Bag on his head he gone for a trip Left with some sticks My shootas are quick He started to run got fixed like my whip Designer on my hip when I flee on the scene His trails are bloody, my trails are green Holes like a net when I empty the 'zine Mess around with some adults I'm only a teen Bitch, I don't mean gangs when I mention the blocks Eating disorder, you can eat on this Glock He fly with the crowd he fly with the flock Steal his bitch and she giving the gawk (Ayy, haha) Shoot him by the dock Bad bitch on my cock She slurp it up, eat white, it ain't chalk Pull up to our block, but we keep a Glock [Outro: RJLDiablo] Ayy, and it's a pizza party, watch out Don't talk 'cause you might get washed now Don't come to the hood 'cause you might get shot now, uh, but—