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IDK & XanMan – RILEY Lyrics

RILEY By IDK & XanMan

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 a--
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that n---- 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

B----, I’m not a human being, I’m a walking Micheal Myers movie scene
Bust all over her face, she told her n----- it’s acne removal cream
Swimmin’ in that water, she call me big daddy, b----, I’m Scooba Steve
All of these internet n-----, they need gigabytes and computer screens
Kickdoor, move a-- up in the glizzy
21 Jump Street, n----- be Schmidty
Walk down ’cause these n----- 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 b---- implants
Rolex watch, they askin’ like “Where Ben 10 at?”
I’m servin’ that s--- like Maddy
Throwin’ Scooby Snacks, “Okay Raggie”
I hit on a b----, she like “Okay, daddy”
Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin’
Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
N---- 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 a--
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that n---- 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 f--- you a plug with no work?
How the f--- 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 n----- 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 b----, d---
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 n----- 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 a--
Blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
Indian plug, hold up, that n---- 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