Risk!

Ayy, Your time is up, she a fickle bitch
I'm off the molly water, why yo only daughter wanna hold my wrist
She like to pop lock, never asked for top but she gon eat the shit
She like to shop shop, hold up lil baby, we gon need a list

They caught the drop top, zips all in the back, you better plead the fifth
Like I'm a hot boy, made a lot of bank, but We still eat at micks
I got a hot top, fuck wit me lil boy, I do not play wit tricks
We'll knock the mop off for you, if you really wanna take the risk

This beat is stupid, we go stupid on it
I don't wanna talk, you ain't on shit, I'm being stupid honest

If I drop the top, then lil shordy know she need a bonnet
Rado headin out, you fell in love, and couldn't keep a promise

Ayy, I smoke these packs like I'm a fuckin critic
Boot up in the club, I got my shades on, like I fuck wit riddick
see the competition, bet i seen a nigga wit a gimmick
You talk on these shordies that you fucked, they keep you in the clinic

Nigga, I smoke the tank before I peel off, ok
Don't you try to pitch me on no shake, lil boy the deals off, ok
I gave a bottle to your shordy, said she wanna break the seal off, ok
But I could never be the nigga that she gets a meal off, ok

Ok my big bro told me make a hit, you'll see the shit they on
I need a big rollie, butternut coloured, for my wrist and all
Ok that chick that ain't nun' but a nut, she wanna tick me off
Ok I tip toe walk into the bank, they wanna rip me off

I got a flip phone for the out of towners if we hit it off
Big bag full of Robert Downey, you can get it raw
It was a scumbag sellin you those downers, you gon eat em all
Now you a book bag, nigga, you the one they get to steal it off

Ayy, Your time is up, she a fickle bitch
I'm off the molly water, why yo only daughter wanna hold my wrist
She like to pop lock, never asked for top but she gon eat the shit
She like to shop shop, hold up lil baby, we gon need a list

They caught the drop top, zips all in the back, you better plead the fifth
Like I'm a hot boy, made a lot of bank, but We still eat at micks
I got a hot top, fuck wit me lil boy, I do not play wit tricks
We'll knock the mop off for you, if you really wanna take the risk

I need peace of mind, you want my time, gotta do better
Money matter here, and I'm running wit the go getters
I was in the grey, had to get up and change the weather
And I stood out in the rain, cause i know it wont last forever

Why you holdin out on better days...
while you waiting for a handout watch my niggas take it
If that boy tried takin a life, watch my niggas bake him
they seen way too many niggas buried in the basement

I got skullys in the closet, like to see you break in
I learned a lesson from my past, I know I tried escapin
I pay no mind, what's on my dash, I think this Nigga racin
I'll put 200 on the dash, feel like I'm tryna shake him

I felt it standing on my shoulder, know it stuck wit me
She Whisper evil in my ear, and then she fuck for free
I met the devil and they offered me some
pedigree
But what's the point if I can't tell apart the enemies

I know my family lookin out, they want the best for me
I send the cream back to the crop, I need Persephone
Don't call in favours, know I do this for necessity
We put in work, if my boys eat they got the recipe...



Credits
Writer(s): Jaylen Jacobs
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