Letra Riley Jay Idk

Riley

Ayy, woo
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

Bitch, I'm not a human being, I'm a walking Micheal Myers movie scene
Bust all over her face, she told her niggas it's acne removal cream
Swimmin' in that water, she call me big daddy, bitch, I'm Scooba Steve
All of these internet niggas, they need gigabytes and computer screens
Kickdoor, move ass up in the glizzy
21 Jump Street, niggas be Schmidty
Walk down 'cause these niggas be sissies
My family proud, they callin' me sticky
Big four of Wock', we ain't sippin' on whiskey
Pull up with a Fendi, they call me Ulysses
Grant my shooter with dreads, he know we gon' man that
Moonwalkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex
Thirty bands, got a bougie bitch implants
Rolex watch, they askin' like "Where Ben 10 at?"
I'm servin' that shit like Maddy
Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "Okay Raggie"
I hit on a bitch, she like "Okay, daddy"
Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin'
Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
Nigga play with them automatics
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

Hey, how the fuck you a plug with no work?
How the fuck you a killer, no dirt?
Shooter shoot like DaBaby, he Kirk
Give his family the blues like a Smurf
Used to trap off the phone with a chirp
Servin' outta KD off the earth
All my niggas been G from the birth
Send him up, now he sleepin' in church
You can leave it or not, you can see what I'm worth
Shake him up and shoot, I call him Durk
She get on top, she gonna squirt
She say it hurt 'cause it got girth
If I got a bag, she get a purse, psych
Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right
I gotta take me a trip, flight
Is he a man or a bitch, dyke
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I wanna LaFerrari with the top down
Ha, ha-ha-ha, I'm doin' pretty good for a Largo drop out
Ha, ha-ha-ha, say that heat, it's good 'cause I'm hot now
Ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in a buildin', these niggas locked out

Brrt, put the gun (Ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, hey, hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big .40 and I'll still put it down and then rack his ass
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that nigga got work in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey