Rizzler (feat. Drip$tick & Wülf Boi)

Woke up in the morning and I start to feel like him
Liquor weed baby ima mix the medicine
Feel like ADK hydro planet then I whip
Mugen sama moon veil blade that's on my hip
I pull it out let it rip uh
Stock shit keep it equipped uh
Crimson junk on the print uh
Ain't No front on the flip uh
Still No run on the spliff yeah
Pearl shit when I thizz yeah
Hadda hit her with the rizz yuh

Badda bing badda boom bitch
Lil witch on a broom stick
Know the flow so water
And the stage is my Pulpit
Got your back my blue print
I'm the only one hootin
Court open who hoopin
They talkin we prove it
Look I really wanna do it
Put my soul in this music shit
I can tell you just new to this
Bat shit ima Lunatic
They don't even know what hit em
Bardock gotta sick em
Me and gang don't feel ya
Long time and we still win

Why that boy want talk like he got sauce when he just don't okay
Why he talking on my squadron
When I'm talking I get paid
I was with jhb, ham, in LA
And momocon with B and Rosé
Like Mahito, I put my palm to they face
They hearing the hoot, like it's Drake
Who is you? Wait, you too basic
Stack my paper, flip those pages
Flow like old man it's too patient
Call my roadman he might shank em yuh
ADK on the beat too wavy
Stay with a cane, like Kong I'm cranky yuh
K like con I raise it up
Woke up too amazing yuh

Woke up in the morning and I start to feel like him
Liquor weed baby ima mix the medicine
Feel like ADK hydro planet then I whip
Mugen sama moon veil blade that's on my hip
I pull it out let it rip uh
Stock shit keep it equipped uh
Crimson junk on the print uh
Ain't No front on the flip uh
Still No run on the spliff yeah
Pearl shit when I thizz yeah
Hadda hit her with the rizz yuh

Get them boys up out my bizz
Or they get popped no fizz
Knocking them right off the list
Trust me the gang don't miss
This is my story no plot twist
I'm hopping up in the mosh pit
Cleaning the scene I mop it
We taking off like a rocket
We on different timing waiting on me like the ball drop
No one gone give you attention, got no authority just like a mall cop
If I say gang name then everything freeze watch how the time stop
We ain't even reach the peak but you could have sworn, Zawarudo is on top

So many bags I feel like Lala Ri
Everyone cooking in my crew like it's the baratie
Keep a tight leash on my money, call it collard greens
I'mma spend so much that it's gon fuck up the economy
I hit her with the pleading emoji and now she giving me dome
She Christian, she don't swear, she saw my dick and said holy smokes
He said he gon pull up online, but in person he saying it's only jokes
You know when the money is callin, I'm pickin it up like Moshi mosh'

Woke up in the morning and I start to feel like him
Liquor weed baby ima mix the medicine
Feel like ADK hydro planet then I whip
Mugen sama moon veil blade that's on my hip
I pull it out let it rip uh
Stock shit keep it equipped uh
Crimson junk on the print uh
Ain't No front on the flip uh
Still No run on the spliff yeah
Pearl shit when I thizz yeah
Hadda hit her with the rizz yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Davis, Callon Nanny, Sam Goella, Joseph Malone
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