Lil Skies - Riot lyrics

CashMoneyAP Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah) I (Woah, woah, woah, woah) I (Yeah) Ayy Walkin' dripped out, you see the details I got water on me drippin' like a seashell I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, "Oh, well" When I was broke, I busted traps of my next Hell What you gon' do when you make it? 'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch I'm a rich ni**a, I won't fu*k her if she basic She a rich b*tch, cut a ni**a off for fakin' Nigtmare on Elm street, I confront it like I'm Jason Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin' I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin' Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin' If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin' Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin' I'ma boss up on any occasion Young ni**a poppin' tags Young ni**a got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go Young ni**a stay low, got a lot of pesos And he sellin' out shows, you know I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain Tryna snatch it, take your brain Big smoke ni**a, you ain't never helped your man Take the lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand You a ho ni**a, and I'm livin' by the code I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, su*k my soul Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope Why your baby-daddy broke? That ni**a is a joke I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't Call up stance, I'm the boat, the gang stay afloat Got bred by the loaf, turn a pussy ni**a toast I'm too nice with this She wanna come su*k, I told her come ride the dick My gang on full attack, this that real riot sh*t You fu*k around, get clapped, tryna highfive and sh*t I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it You would rather tweet about it, ni**a just stupid I be with a bad b*tch, break her heart, cupid Yeah, I'm livin' average, I tribute my music Nigtmare on Elm street, I confront it like I'm Jason Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin' I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin' Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin' If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin' Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin' I'ma boss up on any occasion Young ni**a poppin' tags Young ni**a got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go Young ni**a stay low, got a lot of pesos And he sellin' out shows, you know I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain Tryna snatch it, take your brain Big smoke ni**a, you ain't never helped your man Take the lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand You a ho ni**a Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho ni**a, yeah Why you a ho ni**a, yeah Why you a ho, yeah All we got ni**a