Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Riot, artist - Lil Skies. Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Riot |
| 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 straight off my Nextel |
| What you gon' do when you make it? |
| 'Lot of people change when it comes to being famous |
| Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch |
| I’m a rich nigga, I won’t fuck her if she basic |
| She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin' |
| Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy 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' |
| And I’ma boss up on any occasion |
| Young nigga poppin' tags |
| Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let’s go |
| Young nigga 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 nigga, you ain’t never help your mans |
| Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands |
| You a ho, nigga, and I’m livin' by the code |
| I got hoes down the road, when I’m bored sell 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 nigga is a joke |
| I should probably put him on, but I probably really won’t |
| Call Stan send a boat, the gang stay afloat |
| Got bread by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast |
| I’m too nice with this |
| She wanna come suck, I told her, «Come ride the dick» |
| My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit |
| You fuck around, get clapped, tryna high five and shit |
| I don’t wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it |
| You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid |
| I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid |
| Done livin' average, the truth was in my music |
| Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy 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' |
| And I’ma boss up on any occasion |
| Young nigga poppin' tags |
| Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let’s go |
| Young nigga 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 nigga, you ain’t never help your mans |
| Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands |
| You a ho nigga |
| Yeah, yeah, that’s why you a ho nigga, yeah |
| Why you a ho nigga, yeah |
| Why you a ho, yeah |
| All we got nigga |