RIRIS & KYLIES

[Intro]
I know your ***** too friendly, free ho
A Slipknot legend, good ****
When I feel like AD, Ima fill up the score
[Chorus ]
My flow crazy, I know
Trey Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor
The **** do you mean I aint slick like [?]
I run in yo shit, knocking down the back door
Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe
Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows?
Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes
You arent pulling no ** ***es without selling shows
[Verse 1]
That aint my baby, my .223 crazy
That choppa spit game, Im in love, she my [?]
That lil ** *** overrated, Ill shoot back and fade it
He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement
No talk or debating, my new ***** a Asian (Go)
She be kicking **** shit, put that ***** in the pedigree
Half of these *****es off jiggies and ketamine
I just skrt, now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me (Woah , woah)
Woah, woah
It get salty, I made a new recipe (Skrt, skrt)
Got a AMG Ram with the leather seats (Skrt, skrt)
Im the ice cream man , feel like Master P
'You got money now?' *****, yes, obviously (Donny)
I can go bar for bar, get to rapping like Cassidy
Turn on the news, they gon say its a tragedy
I aint look at your *****, but she kept looking back at me (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Refrain]
Yes, were upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Go ahead, turn it some more
His girlfriend said that she like me, of course
Its okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Cant take pictures no more
They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch
This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo (Go)
Woah
[Verse 2]
Getting [?] my dreads like a muh****in rasta
I got shootas and commas, Im hitting your partna
In the trap [?], turn niggas to pasta
Got an NLE choppa, my nigga a shotta
With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka
And that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin rounds
Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin rounds
Bet that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin rounds, yeah
Hunnid 50s on me now, yeah
*****, I got hunnid 50s on me now
And this shit for the sport, Im finna hunt him down
If shit get cool, Im finna heat it down
[?] he got paranoid , we hunt him down
They gon have to bring ambulance and get him out
He big wolf in his hood, Im finna blow it down, *****
[Bridge]
Woah, woah (What), woah (What), woah (What)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse 3]
Your ***** hitting my line, [?]
I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli
Better cop it right now, boy, Im out of your business
Gunna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah

[Chorus]
My flow crazy, I know
Trey Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor
The **** do you mean I aint slick like [?]
I run in yo shit, knocking down the back door
Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe
Why they running throughthe vault tryna steal my flows?
Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes
You arent getting no *****es without selling shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Refrain]
Yes, were upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Go ahead, turn it some more
His girlfriend said that she like me, of course
Its okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Cant take pictures no more
They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch
This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo
Woah
[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)