Riot - Lil Skies

Lyrics by：Kimetrius Foose/Alex Petit/Joshua Neel Pinter/Alex Gregory Mullarkey

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Yeah

Yeah yeah

Woah woah woah

I

Woah woah woah woah

I

Yeah

Ayy

Walkin' dripped out you see the details

I got water on me drippin' like a seashell

I gave her lust she wanted love I told her "Oh well"

When I was broke I busted traps straight off my next Hell

What you gon' do when you make it

'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous

Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch

I'm a rich n***a I won't f**k her if she basic

She a rich b***h cut a n***a off for fakin'

Nightmare on Elm street I kill Freddy like I'm Jason

Hardly ever sleep I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'

I gave her the addy she popped up and we got faded

Ten minutes later she was naked a*s shakin'

Real rockstar them pretenders just be playin'

If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'

Don't care what he say we gon' catch him where he layin'

And I'ma boss up on any occasion

Young n***a poppin' tags

Young n***a got a bag and he got his own swag let's go

Young n***a stay low got a lot of pesos

And he sellin' out shows you know

I'ma die for the gang spent like eighty on my chain

Tryna snatch it take your brain

Big smoke n***a you ain't never helped your mans

Hit a lick for twenty bands that put ten up in his hand

You a ho n***a and I'm livin' by the code

I got h*es down the road when I'm bored suck my soul

Hear me on the radio girl I'm in my glow

I got money and the flow it look like I'm sellin' d**e

Why your baby-daddy broke that n***a is a joke

I should probably put him on but I probably really won't

Call up stance I'm the boat the gang stay afloat

Got bred by the loaf turn a p***y n***a toast

I'm too nice with this

She wanna come suck I told her come ride the d**k

My gang on full attack this that real riot s**t

You f**k around get clapped tryna highfive and s**t

I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I just do it

You would rather tweet about it n***a just stupid

I be with a bad b***h break her heart cupid

Done livin' average the truth was in my music

Nightmare on Elm street I kill Freddy like I'm Jason

Hardly ever sleep I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'

I gave her the addy she popped up and we got faded

Ten minutes later she was naked a*s shakin'

Real rockstar them pretenders just be playin'

If I got a problem then my brother get to sprayin'

Don't care what he say we gon' catch him where he layin'

And I'ma boss up on any occasion

Young n***a poppin' tags

Young n***a got a bag and he got his own swag let's go

Young n***a stay low got a lot of pesos

And he sellin' out shows you know

I'ma die for the gang spent like eighty on my chain

Tryna snatch it take your brain

Big smoke n***a you ain't never helped your mans

Hit a lick for twenty bands that put ten up in his hand

You a ho n***a

Yeah yeah that's why you a ho n***a yeah

Why you a ho n***a yeah

Why you a ho yeah

All we got n***a