Riley Straight

But he was gay, why should I have to apologize
I saw gay, so I said gay
That ain't bullying, that's an astute observation
Did the laws of the universe change and nobody told me
Niggas gotta apologize for being right

I'm, I'm, I'm on syrup like a pancake
I need pounds like a handshake
All these rocks like a earthquake
I got the address where he lay
Bring, bring it to him like Postmates
Had 11 on me like clay
Catch a nigga playing 2K
Get smoked in the house like a vape

I'm on boot like a steel toe
I still mix it in the endo
I feel like a firefighter cause
I really run to that smoke
I like my shit anejoe
I'll take drugs wherever you go
I don't care if you in the movies
I will serve you at the front row

I serve niggas at my job and
I fuck bitches up there too
If my supervisor pop up,
I'ma be unemployed like you
I do what the fuck I wanna do
Ain't a nigga really old school
You grew up watching Calliou
I saw three strikes and juice

Now I finally got me a village
It's the bitches who was here first
I got acquah buying them clothes and
I got Rose take me to work
Y'all know Che Che, that's my queen
She just keep giving birth
I call Bri-Bri for food and
I got Wawa for them perks

I turn a friend into my hostage
I'm trying to come up like vomit
I love a Thotiana
I'ma nail her like polish
These niggas act like bitches
I think they period already started
Niggas wan go tit for tat
He'll get a tit-tat from a silencer

I still got my morals
I call Dominica for oral
I be stoned like a gargoyle
I got it roun the farms like Royal
Please don't call my bluff
I would really push up on you
It's extension on my 40
Showing da legs like high waters

Ayy, I'm in my bag like a Cheeto
Put them in a box like Ledos
Get it in blood like a mosquito
Now it's a wrap like a burrito
I'm a tall nigga like Debo
But I ain't acting out for no people
Unless I act like I love her
Then I act good like Don Cheadle

I really beat the odds
And I really run through bars
I done broke a couple of hearts
That's my least favorite part
I'm still rocking for A-Rod
It was me and L's in dat car
And that's my bro forever
I got his back like a massage

I came up out that dirt
I'm out that mud and out that sand
Moving work was really my plan
With a Tommy like Pam
And diss Molly from Japan
But I got it from 44
I call Devo for that order
And I got five ounces of torch

I got medicine like a cabinet
And I really, really be dragging
I got medicine like a cabinet
And I really, really be dragging



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Molly
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