Riley Talk

Why does it always have to end up like this
Cause you's a bitch
Now get the fuck out of my hotel room
And if I see you in the street, I'm slapping the shit out of you

Ow, ow, ill, hit his ass where it hurt
I still knock a nigga off earth
Have you ever seen a dark ass blade
Look like my vampire's trying to work
I push this motherfucker too
Push, push, push like I'm giving birth
So if you heard I got pressed out
Man, that bitch ironed my shirt

No cap, no kidding
You'll get smacked out like you tinted
Can't leave a witness
Cause I probably fit the description
You better watch your mouth like a dentist
I be suited up like a lieutenant
In the ford expedition
And I got a drum like a chicken

Aye I'm always up to something
I make a big deal out of nothing
They keep sneak dissing like suckers
Guess they forgot they got ah @ button
And I keep the peace like a puzzle
Got my gloves on like a usher
And a nigga really old school
I grew up on Game Boy Color

I keep the white girl like Miley
I got a newborn named Khylee
Keep me a pole like P-Valley
Now I'm really feeling like Riley
Wipe his nose like he's snotty
Give him the deuce like he went potty
I just came to catch a body
Like a cheerleader at the bottom

Too much shake in this spot
I think I'm about to shake this spot
Put him on his knees like he make salat
Fresh out the kitchen like a tator tot
I got a Beam with a bright red dot
I still jazz a bitch like Utah
Big ass blunt look like a cigar
Big ass blunt, blunt, blunt

Now they calling me Reveren
Cause I'm known for doing the blessing
Tell that bitch don't feel special
I really got deals for whoever
I don't sweat when I'm under pressure
I only sweat when I'm off the pressure
I got shots for whoever
You could get a red shirt like a freshman

Tell me where to go
I'm a blow like C-4
And I still honor them codes
Got my bitches under control
I'm in love with them C-Notes
I be in the same damn clothes
Still trying to score like a free throw
I'm a dog like a blue nose

Head first in that game
And I really became a factor
I don't like to go to the club
I just pick the bitches up after
And my Glock is an automatic
And these niggas softer than pampers
They be saving strip club dancer
While I'm getting head like Antlers

He said I'm broke
He lying
I'm really on shit like flies
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
Nothing but Molly on my diet
These niggas ain't my guys
Peep they hate from my third eye
Better know where you at like an alibi

Better know where you at, at, at
It's on smash like a porn star
I'm still watching every damn car
I hope my son ball like Jabbar

I be training him like a bra
But he remind me of me
He so tall, handsome, and dark
He so tall, handsome, and dark

He so tall, handsome, and dark



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Writer(s): Bob Molly
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