[Outro]
You don't wanna f** with us haha
Black Squad… incredible…
Con, get 'em!
[Hook: Hitman Holla]
I can't deny it, she's a f**ing rider
And yeah, she know she got it
Stuntin' as a habit
You f**ing with a bad b**h
Ain't nothing 'bout her average…
[Verse 1: Conceited]
Can't deny it, tatted up, I'm the flyest
And I'm on deck, like a pirate
I've got your girl in the room on a private
She got one leg up, like the Heisman
Anything it cost I'ma pay it
And you know the money like the liquor how I chase it
All black and I pull up in a spaceship
With a b**h that's badder, like cake mix
Louboutin heels so she got 'em hating
And you know the bottom red like they got a spanking
You can try and call me this, you can call me that
But if you call me broke you can never call me back
She's a rider, Balmain joggers
Friend right beside her, I don't know who's hotter
Too hollywood and she pull up in the Honda
How we like macking how I dodge her (?)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Hitman Holla]
You a rider? Something I do adore
And the way your body shake, man, I can't ignore
Are you mad that I'm looking, then what you flaunt it for?
I can't lie, Instagram it if you want it more
Hotel in Dubia with a hundred floors
Just to win you over I'd fight a hundred wars
I like them all: dark, light, caucasian
Matching Ferrari's, call it horse racing
If you think your boy hot, well, I'm on vacation
Only way I can put it, baby, the boy blazing
See, them other dudes talk, but I mean it though
I'm so cool but yet I got a Phoenix flow
Look at them thighs, girl, you think you're Serena, yo?
You think my watch shine out until I clean it though
Don't make me find ya, I might surprise ya
Pull up right behind ya, I need me a rider
[Hook]