Riot

They think it's a riot at the door cause all this muthafucking smoke in here
You need Dion in his prime just to cover my drip
She waiting on me to buss her down that should cover the tip
Smoke & mirrors, they don't see me til i come and appear
Bitch
I keep that glock right close me like it need a babysitter
I bussed a dyke hoe down in college, swear she hated niggas
I'm somewhere ballin with a bad bitch like Skyler Diggins
& she got friends out your league, we don't play with niggas

I just stay to myself
I don't speak on how i feel cause I'm just wasting my breath
I know it's more to this shit called life than money & death
But ima stack it while i can cause i got shit to repair like
My lil brudda in college, we ball so i know he gone make it and
Nut he gone ball never fall if he do we embrace it and
Dre, he get money as long as it's paper he chasing it
Trae that my brudda i love ya and trust that he stay with it
It's Amiracle we make it out the muthafuckin trenches
I was blind to the fact, an open mind help reveal it
Nigga told me that I'm dying when he see me he gone kill me
Saw this Nigga not too long ago he know I'm still living aye
Shit i never had, to my son I'm tryna demonstrate
Love & hate go hand in hand, Dont know when it's gone alternate
Unk calling on messenger in cages having conversation
I been on these herbs like a mental patient

They think it's a riot at the door cause all this muthafucking smoke in here
You need Dion in his prime just to cover my drip
She waiting on me to buss her down that should cover the tip
Smoke & mirrors, they don't see me til i come and appear
Bitch
I keep that glock right close me like it need a babysitter
I bussed a dyke hoe down in college, swear she hated niggas
I'm somewhere ballin with a bad bitch like Skyler Diggins
& she got friends out your league we don't play with niggas

Game Green i get high off that and then go face the flying Dutch
Honey Woods, I'm tryna pearl a thumb she can't put in her butt
She like how you cope with shit i told her just go fuck a slut
You told me to be honest now you don't trust me

Gas mask, shopping bags, cash in the same room
Bad bad bad bad bitches all came through
I been in my head alot, I'm fucked up tryna change the mood
I'm in this bih to win or to win, Ain came to lose
I'm tryna walk by faith in some Yeezys, I keep buying shoes
Crip Blue she walked out me, I had every clue
Blue strips, she gone bend it over it's a perfect view
Top five, Nigga not five and Ain number two

They think it's a riot at the door cause all this muthafucking smoke in here
You need Dion in his prime just to cover my drip
She waiting on me to buss her down that should cover the tip
Smoke & mirrors, they don't see me til i come and appear
Bitch
I keep that glock right close me like it need a babysitter
I bussed a dyke hoe down in college, swear she hated niggas
I'm somewhere ballin with a bad bitch like Skyler Diggins
& she got friends out your league we don't play with niggas



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Writer(s): Quanicholas Taylor
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