Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RIRIS & KYLIES , by - DC The Don. Release date: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
RIRIS & KYLIES |
| I know your bitch too friendly, free ho |
| A Slipknot legend, good dope |
| When I feel like AD, I’ma fill up the score |
| My flow crazy, I know |
| Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor |
| The fuck do you mean I ain’t slick like flow? |
| I run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door |
| Nigga got hit with a G.I. |
| Joe |
| Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows? |
| Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes |
| You aren’t pulling no bitches without selling shows |
| That ain’t my baby, my .223 crazy |
| That choppa spit game, I’m in love, she my lady |
| That lil' bitch overrated, I’ll shoot back and fade it |
| He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement |
| No talk or debating, my new bitch a Asian (Go) |
| She be kicking dope shit, put that bitch in the pedigree |
| Half of these bitches off jiggies and ketamine |
| I just skrt, now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me (Woah, woah) |
| Woah, woah |
| It get salty, I made a new recipe (Skrt, skrt) |
| Got a AMG Ram with the leather seats (Skrt, skrt) |
| I’m the ice cream man, feel like Master P |
| «You got money now?"Bitch, yes, obviously (Donny) |
| I can go bar for bar, get to rapping like Cassidy |
| Turn on the news, they gon' say it’s a tragedy |
| I ain’t look at your bitch, but she kept looking back at me (Boom, boom, boom, |
| boom) |
| Yes, we’re upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Go ahead, turn it some more |
| His girlfriend said that she like me, of course |
| It’s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Can’t take pictures no more |
| They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch |
| This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo' (Go) |
| Woah |
| Getting brash to my dreads like a muhfuckin' rasta |
| I got shootas and commas, I’m hitting your partna' |
| In the trap beat, turn niggas to pasta |
| Got an NLE Choppa, my nigga a shotta |
| With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka |
| And that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds |
| Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin' rounds |
| Bet that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds, yeah |
| Hunnid 50's on me now, yeah |
| Bitch, I got hunnid 50's on me now |
| And this shit for the sport, I’m finna hunt him down |
| If shit get cool, I’m finna heat it down |
| He a geek, he got paranoid, we hunt him down |
| They gon' have to bring ambulance and get him out |
| He big wolf in his hood, I’m finna blow it down, bitch |
| Woah, woah (What), woah (What), woah (What) |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Your bitch hitting my line, leave that bitch |
| I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli' |
| Better cop it right now, boy, I’m out of your budget |
| Finna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah |
| My flow crazy, I know |
| Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor |
| The fuck do you mean I ain’t slick like flow? |
| I run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door |
| Nigga got hit with a G.I. |
| Joe |
| Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows? |
| Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes |
| You aren’t getting no bitches without selling shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Yes, we’re upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Go ahead, turn it some more |
| His girlfriend said that she like me, of course |
| It’s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| Can’t take pictures no more |
| They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch |
| This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo' |
| Woah |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) |