Risky ft. Sadiö & Qu3st Qu3st Lyrics

Lil Betty said she never rode out on the coast For the bread get popped like toast

It's no game, no joke, no some bloods, no some Crips

Don't run, don't trip, get hilly, and hail you Later you hit

We on the road to get rich, get money like Ace And Mitch

We don't fuck with no snitch, we don't fuck With no bitch

Fuck with anyone and I'm laying the dish

Fuck women with fish, tell you a man, but turn Bitch

I used to go hit the bit for the six, you Should've knew it was lit like

My brody said he was just trying to get rich, I Told him yo don't even trip like

Four back, two six on the hip, she wanna rock Cause she shaking her hips like

Everyday I'm just out taking risks, we acting Like kids and I know they just fist like

Roll up, sit back, sip Tracy, see I been getting Hit with a fist

I hit em Newz with a mix, and I got that baddie, She stay doing tricks

Said I got that baddie, she stay doing tricks

Said I got that baddie, she stay doing tricks

Quest, quest, I got a key to the city

That bitch showing her titties

Come to my side, you know I get mixed

Back west, drink Brooklyn, race like Biggie

Let's joke, catch nine shots like 50

Ain't shit funny, we don't get shaky

I clone on the M block on my ciggy

It might get risky, risky, risky

Listen to Peace, the hoes was busy

Can't hear the talk of the city

I'm too young, this is my mother trinity

Boom, boom, last thing he heard

Yo, I'm scared to kill by a nerd

I'm not first, I'm second, third

That's my favorite word

Little baddie, said she, never rolled out on the Coast

Feel the bread get popped like toast

It's no game, no joke

No some bloods, no some crips

Don't run, don't trip

Get hilly and haily and hip

Don't run, don't trip

Get hilly and haily and hip