I'm boutta show you
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Let me switch it up
Yo bitch wanted my dick so i had to stick it up
Brodie dropped the pack you know i had to pick it up
Nah I don't be clutchin but the mob brought clips with us
We got extended mags promise you not gettin up
You 40 talkin shit inside my comments but yo old ass can't even get it up
Often don't talk violence but i had to flip it up
I told her when she done she better f*ckin zip it up
I got the mob on my side and they down to do some f*ck shit
We gotta spending habit and we also like to run shit
I can't f*ck with a dumb bitch
I want that bitch to suck it cuz i seen she got them duck lips
Mixin wock inside the bottle while i push it to full throttle
Pull her pants back up and now she walkin with a waddle
I done told that bitch make sure put chocolate chips up on my waffle
And the mob caught that boy lackin had to hop out car and walk em
Hop out the car and what? Hop out car and what?
I was gonna let the song end there but i guess i better keep goin
She say my dick trash, but I got the best dick and she know it
Tell lil bae come over, bring a friend, we free throwin'
Post me up in the paint, just like what I did to her nose and
Comparing bitches to ball, bitch I'm feeling like DeMar DeRozan
One day I'm finna make history, lil bitch I feel like I'm chosen
I'm boutta show you
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me, there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Yxng Bray - Riot Lyrics
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I'm boutta show you
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Let me switch it up
Yo bitch wanted my dick so i had to stick it up
Brodie dropped the pack you know i had to pick it up
Nah I don't be clutchin but the mob brought clips with us
We got extended mags promise you not gettin up
You 40 talkin shit inside my comments but yo old ass can't even get it up
Often don't talk violence but i had to flip it up
I told her when she done she better f*ckin zip it up
I got the mob on my side and they down to do some f*ck shit
We gotta spending habit and we also like to run shit
I can't f*ck with a dumb bitch
I want that bitch to suck it cuz i seen she got them duck lips
Mixin wock inside the bottle while i push it to full throttle
Pull her pants back up and now she walkin with a waddle
I done told that bitch make sure put chocolate chips up on my waffle
And the mob caught that boy lackin had to hop out car and walk em
Hop out the car and what? Hop out car and what?
I was gonna let the song end there but i guess i better keep goin
She say my dick trash, but I got the best dick and she know it
Tell lil bae come over, bring a friend, we free throwin'
Post me up in the paint, just like what I did to her nose and
Comparing bitches to ball, bitch I'm feeling like DeMar DeRozan
One day I'm finna make history, lil bitch I feel like I'm chosen
I'm boutta show you
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me, there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Let me switch it up
Yo bitch wanted my dick so i had to stick it up
Brodie dropped the pack you know i had to pick it up
Nah I don't be clutchin but the mob brought clips with us
We got extended mags promise you not gettin up
You 40 talkin shit inside my comments but yo old ass can't even get it up
Often don't talk violence but i had to flip it up
I told her when she done she better f*ckin zip it up
I got the mob on my side and they down to do some f*ck shit
We gotta spending habit and we also like to run shit
I can't f*ck with a dumb bitch
I want that bitch to suck it cuz i seen she got them duck lips
Mixin wock inside the bottle while i push it to full throttle
Pull her pants back up and now she walkin with a waddle
I done told that bitch make sure put chocolate chips up on my waffle
And the mob caught that boy lackin had to hop out car and walk em
Hop out the car and what? Hop out car and what?
I was gonna let the song end there but i guess i better keep goin
She say my dick trash, but I got the best dick and she know it
Tell lil bae come over, bring a friend, we free throwin'
Post me up in the paint, just like what I did to her nose and
Comparing bitches to ball, bitch I'm feeling like DeMar DeRozan
One day I'm finna make history, lil bitch I feel like I'm chosen
I'm boutta show you
Just how the f*ck i roll through
They don't know where im from but they know i f*ck with known crooks
That bitch broke, so she eat my dick like soul food
She suck it outta me, there ain't no meat left like its tofu
How you talkin shit bout fits, you kinda got that gnome look
How you talkin shit bout money, you work inside a toll booth
Man was talkin shit i might go rob him for his gold tooth
Rip the woo he taught me bout some Merci Beaucoop
Writer: Yxng Bray
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