Cold Freestyle
Yeah yeah, my name is Riley, son
But you know niggas call me, aka Riley Escobar, you know what i'm saying
Cause I be in the streets, you know
I got all kinds of names, like, H.R Paperstack
Uhh, also known as, aka Force Choka
Uhh, aka, Pillsbury Doughboy
Aka Louis Rich
Call me Big Giannis, I keep it a buck
That bitch like the Knicks for the way that she suck
Kicked me out the rink, cause I had my shirt tucked
Kick that bitch out the door if she aint tryna fuck
This .445 will eat you alive
Call me D-Wade, throw that lob to LeBron
6ix9ine a snitch but he's still kinda live
After this song, mom won't have to count five's
My hoe flipped me off, boutta wake up Chris Breezy
That hoe tryna slap me, the shit gon' be easy
Put the perc in his drink, imma leave that boy sleazy
My heart on ice, melt it, turn into fiji
This glock bustin up
This AR stay tucked
The police won't catch me, I don't give a fuck
Lil hoe cause im skinny don't mean I ain't tough
I'll kick a hoe ass, then she want me to cuff
Shit, y'all thought I was done
Splurge my racks just for fun
I'll go retarded, you hand me a gun
Hit it from 3, like my name Kendrick Nunn
When the bitches start flockin', shit, I gotta run
I'm like an armed robber, the way I be drillin' it
I'm just like OJ, the way I be killin' it
Call me Mr. Krabs, cause lil homie im feelin' it
I fucked on that thot, now she actin' delirious
But you know niggas call me, aka Riley Escobar, you know what i'm saying
Cause I be in the streets, you know
I got all kinds of names, like, H.R Paperstack
Uhh, also known as, aka Force Choka
Uhh, aka, Pillsbury Doughboy
Aka Louis Rich
Call me Big Giannis, I keep it a buck
That bitch like the Knicks for the way that she suck
Kicked me out the rink, cause I had my shirt tucked
Kick that bitch out the door if she aint tryna fuck
This .445 will eat you alive
Call me D-Wade, throw that lob to LeBron
6ix9ine a snitch but he's still kinda live
After this song, mom won't have to count five's
My hoe flipped me off, boutta wake up Chris Breezy
That hoe tryna slap me, the shit gon' be easy
Put the perc in his drink, imma leave that boy sleazy
My heart on ice, melt it, turn into fiji
This glock bustin up
This AR stay tucked
The police won't catch me, I don't give a fuck
Lil hoe cause im skinny don't mean I ain't tough
I'll kick a hoe ass, then she want me to cuff
Shit, y'all thought I was done
Splurge my racks just for fun
I'll go retarded, you hand me a gun
Hit it from 3, like my name Kendrick Nunn
When the bitches start flockin', shit, I gotta run
I'm like an armed robber, the way I be drillin' it
I'm just like OJ, the way I be killin' it
Call me Mr. Krabs, cause lil homie im feelin' it
I fucked on that thot, now she actin' delirious
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Writer(s): Seth Herbison
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