RAIDEN Lyrics

I Rock out when it's time I'm perfecting perfect timing

Lil mama don't need training wheels

Why she got mileage

Since the fifth grade I been stiffing hoes got the Heisman

Where that nigga Heinz oh he out there on a island

Smiling laughing at you fuck niggas on God

I got hoes like Mulato tryna freak and do Manaj

Woke up with that aim-bot on me Heinz don't miss using mods

Ma dukes said don't go out like no bitch

Why you got God

Heinz cold

Appalachian glacier with these tundra bars nigga

Outside first young nigga out my hood with fast cars nigga

Bro talking about hitting lick

Shit can we split yea lets get to it

Smoove young nigga my lingo its in me and I speak it fluent

Dog I'm sitting outside I'm out in my ride Is we gone slide or not

Best believe I wouldn't be with you if I thought we would be crashing out

Pulled up to the spot it was just about nine or something dope boy time

Shit on go I ain't dropping no dimes

What that right there oh yea that's mine

Thick thigh shawty look like she ate crabby patties

Like a snail slid up in there squirrel caught a nut nigga like I'm Sandy

Burglar bars at my grannies I catch you nigga wilding out with the cannon

It's just something about Heinz man

Brother sent from another damn planet Got dammit

I Rock out when it's time

I'm perfecting perfect timing

Lil mama don't need training wheels

Why She got mileage

Since da fifth grade I been stiffing hoes

Got da Heisman

Where dat nigga Heinz Oh He out dere on a island Smiling

Laughing at you fuck niggas on God

I got hoes like Mulato trying freak and do Manaj

Woke up wit dat aim-bot on me

Heinz don't miss

He using mods

Ma dukes said don't go out like no bitch

Why

You got God

On god

Red Bull gave me wings like I'm cardo

Got my rod

Mortal Kombat

Shock a nigga like raiden

A nigga like me

Have fun a lot

I do what I want and I say what I want

When I pop that clutch I'm spazzing out

Lame ass plug talking about he only got Za

And he taxing now

Can't blow my high

So I hit up my bro

Know he got me right

Because my dog on go

Dropped off a pack and it looked so good

Peanut butter Runts and it smelled so good

Smoked so good make you slap yo moma

I don't no beans bro I ain't no llama

Ma fed me spinach that's why I love commas

Might bag a cougar might be yo moma

Catch me in yo fridge don't make it no bummer

Hotboi Bad Boys sliding in a hummer

Shine all year nigga fuck just the summer

You shot the shot bra but I got the number

It's that nigga Heinz and I'm sparking like thunder

Street money worldwide yea we got hundreds