Ripleys (feat. CTE 3 & CTE Mari)
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
Hold on, go and turn me up
How you gon' drop the bag, boy, you dumb as fuck
Music trash, go and put your mic on OfferUp
Said you hoppin' in a Jag, but you hoppin' in a what
Uh, yeah, that's like a minivan
Fuck that bitch, I ain't payin' for your OnlyFans
Not doin' trades, bitch, I'm strictly takin' only bands
Say, oh my God, when she suck it, I'm a holy man
Yeah, mm, this that tough shit
Bout to put the hammer down, you can't touch this
We the ones that they told you not to fuck with
Ride me like a BMX, girl, that stunt shit
Do a front flip, they don't want this
Tell me lies, baby, you say you don't suck dick
White bitch and she on her Donald Trump shit
I'ma make her come again, restaurant shit
We wild as hell, I ain't talkin' Saint Laurent shit
Hunch back, yeah, she on a Notre Dame shit
You like a broken game, boy, you ain't on shit
Rappers sweet, icing, Cinnabon shit
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need her
I'm the goat from where I'm from, but I need Camp just like the Beatles
Play with gang, get hit with gang, we know to blow just like a speaker
Blow just like a fan, chopstick, red dot turn him to Japan
Give a fuck how big I get, bitch, I'll still probably fuck the fans
I'm playin', but I'm not, though
Double D's, this ARP, look like a bongo
Got about 130 in that car, go tell 'em, up the score
Bitch, tell your friend that she can't come if she ain't fuckin' bro
Lil' bitch we bent over in that water, ain't no fuckin' rope
Brown skin bitch say she a throat demon, so fuck the Pope
They just asked was my gun dirty, said get the soap
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
Ay, fuck a hoe cause I don't need her grab the Glock cause I'ma need it
Hop up on this track and flip it, boy, you know this flow is cold, anemic
Moonwalk in that pussy, let me beat it, they askin' questions
I ain't seen it, straight dirty money, I won't clean it
That hoe a junkie, how she fiendin
Tryna knock me, off my hustle, gotta kick her out the spot
Not expecting company, I still got water in the pot
I stick that dick up in her throat, you know it make her jaws lock
And I do not have respect for them niggas that switched the plot
Real nigga, ayy, I guess that's why they hate me, oh lord
I need to step up out this body, bitch and hit it like Floyd
Ayy, I done came up on some money, but I'll would go ahead and leave
You know these niggas still don't like me, I ain't trippin' bout that shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
Hold on, go and turn me up
How you gon' drop the bag, boy, you dumb as fuck
Music trash, go and put your mic on OfferUp
Said you hoppin' in a Jag, but you hoppin' in a what
Uh, yeah, that's like a minivan
Fuck that bitch, I ain't payin' for your OnlyFans
Not doin' trades, bitch, I'm strictly takin' only bands
Say, oh my God, when she suck it, I'm a holy man
Yeah, mm, this that tough shit
Bout to put the hammer down, you can't touch this
We the ones that they told you not to fuck with
Ride me like a BMX, girl, that stunt shit
Do a front flip, they don't want this
Tell me lies, baby, you say you don't suck dick
White bitch and she on her Donald Trump shit
I'ma make her come again, restaurant shit
We wild as hell, I ain't talkin' Saint Laurent shit
Hunch back, yeah, she on a Notre Dame shit
You like a broken game, boy, you ain't on shit
Rappers sweet, icing, Cinnabon shit
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need her
I'm the goat from where I'm from, but I need Camp just like the Beatles
Play with gang, get hit with gang, we know to blow just like a speaker
Blow just like a fan, chopstick, red dot turn him to Japan
Give a fuck how big I get, bitch, I'll still probably fuck the fans
I'm playin', but I'm not, though
Double D's, this ARP, look like a bongo
Got about 130 in that car, go tell 'em, up the score
Bitch, tell your friend that she can't come if she ain't fuckin' bro
Lil' bitch we bent over in that water, ain't no fuckin' rope
Brown skin bitch say she a throat demon, so fuck the Pope
They just asked was my gun dirty, said get the soap
Kick it solo on my dolo, never needed shit
I'm really humble, but right now I'm on conceited shit
Call me Ripley's, cause they can't even believe this shit
I was fucked up till I realized I ain't need a bitch
Ay, fuck a hoe cause I don't need her grab the Glock cause I'ma need it
Hop up on this track and flip it, boy, you know this flow is cold, anemic
Moonwalk in that pussy, let me beat it, they askin' questions
I ain't seen it, straight dirty money, I won't clean it
That hoe a junkie, how she fiendin
Tryna knock me, off my hustle, gotta kick her out the spot
Not expecting company, I still got water in the pot
I stick that dick up in her throat, you know it make her jaws lock
And I do not have respect for them niggas that switched the plot
Real nigga, ayy, I guess that's why they hate me, oh lord
I need to step up out this body, bitch and hit it like Floyd
Ayy, I done came up on some money, but I'll would go ahead and leave
You know these niggas still don't like me, I ain't trippin' bout that shit, lil' bitch
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Writer(s): Jaiden Ripoll
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