Riff Raff (a.k.a. Jody Highroller) - iCU lyrics

[Hook - Gorilla Zoe:] I see you, now you see me I see you, now you see me I see you, now you see me I see you, now you see me [Verse 1 - Riff Raff:] Hopped out the whip, ice got my lips frostbit Boy I don't want your damn girl she got too many kids My shoes, zirconia, hook like James Toney I got infrared dots, the same size as pepperoni Chilling in the post, Riff Raff known from coast to coast I ain't talking bout that breakfast when I hit you with that toast I'm gonna fly continental, shoes presidential Acres aren't credentials, but my house is residential I done swung river oats, the palace up in Dallas Eating poochie salad, grape stains on the baggage I done flipped cross the atlas, across the seven seas Me and Licia' Keys push keys down TC Jester, and I'm a wood wheel molester Drop top compressor with my ken Uncle Fester I done swung with the best of, swung through the breeze I see you, nah you see me [Hook] [Verse 2 - Fat Pimp:] Yes I'm high and I been smoking On two pills so you know I'm rolling Out my mind like Kurt Cobain Bout to start slapping b**hes like my name Rick James b**hes all on my dick cause I make a lot of money I f** real good that's why they love my dougie OB type of money, keep my pockets looking chubby Fat, cute little n***a, I ain't never been ugly Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Player hating n***as can't f** with me Gucci on my body while they all jock me And the chain on my neck land me a hundred G's Dope boy money led me straight to the bank Let's play a game, big back take little bank Get like you? Nah, get like me Tell [?] you need to let me Bobby B, hey [Hook] [Verse 3 - Riff Raff:] Canary, Mercedes, crawling like a baby Drank got me lazy, iced out feeling crazy I feel cool, I feel straight, paper license plate Like that boy Wayne Gretzky, Riff Raff bout' to skate Down your street, down the feeder, tangerine Beemer Clothes out the cleaner, I ain't thinking misdemeanor I'm thinking kind of groovy, might move packs I done popped trunk on your grandma's cul de sac Riff Raff don't play, I'm a pro grade I'm a' sit sideways at a Chinese buffet She done drove down from Dallas, can't be mad at us I took her to my room, you know, the pool palace You see I know how to propaganda, [?] boys at [?] park with improper handles The paint is egg nog, the seats is bu*terscotch The flow irregular, freestyle un-orthodox [Hook]