First Round Pick

Yeah
Ay
Ay, Really

First round pick I done made it from the bench
Hard to trust hoes now they see me with a check
Made another bucket boy I'm feeling like a vet
Know it's Really Riley when I pull up in that 'benz

Hustled all around I ain't even tired yet
I'ma cop a 'cat while my brother cop a 'vette
Smoking real 'za got me higher than a jet
I be really balling you can hear it in the net

Yeah I ain't impressed
How you speaking on me when you really making less
Smoking on exotic she could feel it in her chest
Way I'm going up got a nigga feeling blessed

My bitch is on the edge she don't know if I got hoes
Young dade nigga I be posted with the zoes
When I get a crib I'ma fill it up with poles
Anybody enter I'ma aim it at they nose

You the type to really cross yo mans for a hunnit bands
I be copping pounds while you niggas still copping grams
Told her move around tryna see her walking from the back
You be talking to the bitches with the dirty tracks

I don't trust it if she tryna text me on her snap
I'm her last hope she tryna run off on her man
Ain't been curved by a bitch until I got a bag
All my exes don't exist I don't have a past

Dunk it off the glass Miles Bridges
All white buffs like I took em to the dentist
Name not caine but I'll turn into a menace
Never falling off if I focus on the business

First round pick I done made it from the bench
Hard to trust hoes now they see me with a check
Made another bucket boy I'm feeling like a vet
Know it's Really Riley when I pull up in that 'benz

Hustled all around I ain't even tired yet
I'ma cop a 'cat while my brother cop a 'vette
Smoking real 'za got me higher than a jet
I be really balling you can hear it in the net



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Writer(s): Riley De Leon
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