EST Gee - Riata Dada lyrics

Intro] Ain't sh*t fu*kin' with me, I'm nothin' like these rap ni**as Real street ni**a, 5500 made man, yeah I'm the real thing [Verse] Yeah, I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me Legend of Riata Dada, came up sellin' hank and weed I can't make no opps not diss Lil Dead, but I can make 'em bleed Paper right and I ain't fightin', you in a gunfight with a steak knife Police know they need helicopters tryna stop us 'cause I'm gon' yank, right? When I move, it's a chopper scene like the opera, I send a b*tch ni**a to the doctor I was tryna stop you, but all that sh*t you pop make it impossible Guccis on me, semi spit like a run-on sentence, it ain't no comma If I wasn't this, then I probably been done signed with DJ Drama But I'm thuggin' and I'm shinin', fu*k with coke, I roll with Gotti When he met me, I had sixty, all fifty stuffed in my pocket Before I signed it, me and all my partners, diamond chains and watches We like mobsters, only difference, we sip syrup with our pasta Aim is true, he's clocked in, I watched brethen drop it, then he locked it Pay him whack his partner, ni**as snakes, but I'm an anaconda I make sure that's proper, way more with the cut, it ain't Hydroxy' But I made it, mama Couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry This sh*t hypnotized me Only thing excite me is a body He be acting co*ky like we ain't shoot at him when he's with his mama This a blackout, give you to my lil' partner, he flip ni**as' Honda ni**a coolin', we done mucked they shooter, fu*ked up they lil' roster I was nappin' chronic 'til I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics I'm a Fendi scholar, hit it two, three times and it's still proper Get that strong white, call this batch a boxer, Ivan Drago Did I really leave the streets alone to rap? I ain't decided Hit your partner top, he squirmin' just like fishes outta water I ain't got advice, just hit the trap and pray you make it out it I had sleepless nights, can't let 'em sneak me twice, I gotta watch 'em Get a move, turn off your phone, we finna slide, pop my yopper They be wildin' 'til we hit they blocks, then ni**as playin' possum ni**as bold like we ain't takin' souls and puttin' 'em with my mama And don't pat me at no shows, I got my gun and I get hot there I'm from Louisville, where we wet our Blacks and sip raw out the bottle I don't care how much he did, he rat, he do not get acknowledged I'm the same ni**a used to play pitch back, talkin' with Fat Chris on Redondo Now I'm twelve floors up with a thick s*ut getting my dick su*ked in a condo [Outro] Dick su*ked in a condo, b*tch ni**a 5500 made man EST, Big Gee, ni**a You hear this sh*t, ni**a Real street ni**a, you know Play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one of you ni**as