RISK TALK Lyrics

Yeah

How else can I make him, like, it's D.R., Yaw know what the fuck going on, it's Jesse

How else can I wave this rhino stopper,

How else can I put big holes in him,

Bullets look like sausage links

Type of bullets make him fold different.

How else can I wave this rhino stopper,

How else can I put big holes in him,

Bullets look like sausage links

Type of bullets make him fold different.

Type of bullets find a hoe in him, Im sick but no covid in me,

The suburbs we not zozas, might put you out the ozone, we send him out

The ozone, that nigga couldnt catch his breath, that nigga didn't have nothing left,

That nigga walked up ehhxhh, put FN quick to his neck, Like 4 the bullets connect,

No, the law is not catching the vet, the ammunition get respect, no trick can handle my check

We created a whole new set, I never heard you're under arrest,

Keep two clips inside of my vest, baby drakes gon put you to the test,

She better than all of the rest, he thinkin weed is better than sex,

Addicted he fell for the plug, I told the bitch to keep em on coming.

We holdin on metal, we holding on something, I'm keeping your cookie from crumbling,

Those death threats made him vomit, money better than all the exotic women,

Give a fuck bout a bad bitch, if her money low she average,

She don't do shit, smoking your cabbage,

Got one hoe calling me daddy,got one hoe calling me savage,

I'm okay with your problems baby but is their money inside your baggage.

It's not a movie, it look acted, damn, she got fat ass, but why her pussy smellin' like catfish,

Bitch had the audacity, condom on, no Vaseline,

I got a problem, I know, I'm doin' what she askin' me, FN stand for catastrophe,

In the buick getting top right now, give a fuck these niggas passing me

The ever i had was happily, she want me she love the dad in me, yeah,

And that's just all it is, shit, easy as that, cropped you out

Send a big bitch to stomp you out, nothin' on my wrist yet,

He hatin' on me, where's his money at, n***a missed perks, he off a honey pack,

I blew a ten, it be right back, I let her go, she be right back,

It's a lack check, where your pipe at, pistols on us, we don't fight back

Connect down there in Texas, hit my line, I need a flight back, she don't fuck with

You, stop fightin' facts, I'ma work hard, I'ma earn some racks, she a shit talker

She might burn my back, money is where my concern at, I'm servin' away from losers

Counting blues is so therapeutic, sell dope, don't be no user, n****s love talkin' on computers

Bruh relax, don't do this, bruh relax, im finna get you some coochie, I'm handy manny so tool me,

My grip not loose like groupies, they took the license plate off they don't know who

Firing inside that hoopti, her head game gave me mood swings, without it, I get moody

Lil' bitch, this ain't no dojo, but I kick you out like Bruce Lee

Yeah its D.R.