Riri ft. Babyape & Taveli Lyrics

Been posted up with my demons

Posted up with my gang

That boy he can't hang

Them zombies be creepin

Yea I pray to Allah while I'm clutchin' my fye, I post up with my demons

Stick in the box like I'm Roddy, no hobby, i ball every season

Five Letter we get it, put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jeezy

We comin' out the trenches, I'm strapped with extensions this shit wasn't easy

I talked to my baby she sayin she need me

Had a talk with Taveli, he feelin' like BB

I got a bad bitch, she lookin' like Riri

We get the drop, burn it up like a CD

Mos of these niggas be bitches, they talk in they raps, but they really ain't fuckin with BG

I'm on a dirty ass south, ain't no rules, yeah

Please don't get put on the TV

Yeah, we put that boy on the TV

Just might spoil my bae, pull the racks out today

What you know about CeCe, yeah

And I got green like Luigi

And this shit tough, but we make it look easy, yeah

Shawty worried about my lifestyle

She be tellin' me that she need me

I'm there, gen three came with a switch, thats rare

Young nigga tryna go spin, Like fair

Toughen up bitch, boy, life ain't fair

We done seen it all boy put on Pep

We done seen it all but we don't speak on shit

I was outside takin' risks

Tell them keep me out the mix

They can't even take care they kids

Talked to my brother the other day

He said that he got faith in the boy

I got members up in Chi-Raq

But we are not from Illinois

Watch your car, it might get high jacked

Them young niggas breakin' in doors

We ain't even worried about no shot clock

I swear that we been up the score

Them zombies be creepin

Yea I pray to Allah while I'm clutchin' my fye, I post up with my demons

Stick in the box like I'm Roddy, no hobby, i ball every season

Five Letter we get it, put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jeezy

We comin' out the trenches, I'm strapped with extensions this shit wasn't easy

I talked to my baby she sayin she need me

Had a talk with Taveli, he feelin' like BB

I got a bad bitch, she lookin' like Riri

We get the drop, burn it up like a CD

Most of these niggas be bitches, they talk in they raps, but they really ain't fuckin with BG

I'm on a dirty ass south, ain't no rules, yeah

Please don't get put on the TV

We havin' bags nigga, might walk in your spot, Your ass get extorted

Yeah, just got a bag, nigga

This shit off the plane, this shit got imported

Yeah, whole lot of cash, nigga

Open my pockets, I walk with your mortgage

Yeah, whole lotta of bags, nigga

I move this shit just like Boston George

Hop in the Scat we might switch out the Ford

Come make a play, know this shit on the floor

I switch up the drip and go put on Dior

We kicked this shit down, they ain't open the door

I got me some money, I want me some more

I put this shit on, I might fuck on your whore

That boy is a Joke, we send him to the store

He Got hit with the switch, send him to the morgue

I be running this shit up my legs got sore

Hollow tip Cut him it feel like a sword

I'ma keep going and going and going

I cannot stop, no, I deserve more

We pull up foreign and foreign and foreign

Open the hood, the engine be roaring

I went through the rain, made it through the storm

And I been a star since I was born