Hitman Holla - Ryda lyrics

[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]