Riot
Yeah (yeah), yeah (woah, woah, woah)
A'ite (woah, woah, woah, woah)
A'ite (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 next Hell
What you gon' do when you make it?
'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' 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 helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga, and I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, suck 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 up stance, I'm the 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 highfive 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 helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga
Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho nigga, yeah
Why you a hoe nigga? Yeah (aye)
Why you a hoe? Yeah
All we got nigga
A'ite (woah, woah, woah, woah)
A'ite (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 next Hell
What you gon' do when you make it?
'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' 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 helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga, and I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, suck 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 up stance, I'm the 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 highfive 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 helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga
Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho nigga, yeah
Why you a hoe nigga? Yeah (aye)
Why you a hoe? Yeah
All we got nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Joshua Neel Pinter, Alex Gregory Mullarkey, Kimetrius Foose
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