Riot

Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
 I (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
 I (Yeah)
 Ayy
 Walkin' dripped out, you see the details
 I got water on me, drippin' like a seashell
 I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, "Oh, well"
 When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my Nextel
 What you gon' do when you make it?
 'Lot of people change when it comes to being famous
 Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
 I'm a rich nigga, I won't fuck her if she basic
 She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin'
 Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
 Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
 I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
 Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
 Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
 If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
 Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
 And I'ma boss up on any occasion
 Young nigga poppin' tags
 Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
 Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
 And he sellin' out shows, you know
 I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
 Tryna snatch it, take your brain
 Big smoke nigga, you ain't never help your mans
 Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
 You a ho, nigga, and I'm livin' by the code
 I got hoes down the road, when I'm bored sell my soul
 Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow
 I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope
 Why your baby-daddy broke? That nigga is a joke
 I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't
 Call Stan send a boat, the gang stay afloat
 Got bred by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast
 I'm too nice with this
 She wanna come suck, I told her, "Come ride the dick"
 My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit
 You fuck around, get clapped, tryna high five and shit
 I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it
 You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid
 I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid
 Done livin' average, the truth was in my music
 Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
 Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
 I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
 Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
 Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
 If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
 Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
 And I'ma boss up on any occasion
 Young nigga poppin' tags
 Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
 Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
 And he sellin' out shows, you know
 I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
 Tryna snatch it, take your brain
 Big smoke nigga, you ain't never help your mans
 Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
 You a ho nigga
 ♪
 All we got nigga
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:46
Key
5
Tempo
98 BPM

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