Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CODEiNE Castle Freestyle, artist - Riff Raff. Date of issue: 10.06.2016
Song language: English
CODEiNE Castle Freestyle |
| Rocks on my hand and I’m thinking grand canyon |
| Knew they would start hating so I had to cop the mansion |
| So I can ride out, I can hide out |
| I can dip and dive out, check my wrist now |
| My wrist bling blow cost like fifty tho' |
| I jumped out the car and I smell like sour (diesel) |
| Smell like sour diesel, showing off for people |
| Haters-haters try to see me, flash the desert eagle |
| (Ride out) I had to slide out (Slide out) |
| Had to come through, pull the mouth out (Ice) |
| Grill, a-aquaberry stones |
| It’s Blueberry Jones, Al Capone |
| Watch me work the wheel cause I’m in steel |
| I can showcase skills from Antwon to Nashville |
| Still riding on crome |
| Half my body from Katy, Texas, other half on acres home |
| I did that, came through the rims peeled back |
| Got a hundred thousand stack |
| Gotta make my paper, gotta floss the navigator |
| Gotta cop a skyscraper, shake the equator, did that |
| It’s the boy RiFF RAFF |
| Came through show my skills, I might work me a wheel |
| I’ma sign me a deal and then I tear that bitch up |
| Give a fuck ride buck troph-trophy truck, RiFF |
| I might fuck your bitch in my Supreme boxers, So |
| The way I ball I probably could’ve played soccer |
| I got that foreign money on me |
| I got the foreign bitches on me too |
| I can not fall for no hoe |
| I just be chasing the dough, I put that on my crew |
| Fuck any model bitches by the twos |
| I dropped a band on my designer shoes |
| Getting some head from your main while I cruise |
| When you on top, I swear bitches gon' choose |
| Your shorty at the mansion she gettin' loose, somebody please go get her, yuh |
| Me and my niggas is hitter |
| Now it’s time to get right back to the skrilla |
| It’s Trill Sam, god damn I might cop me a Lamb |
| Bulletproof my sedan, my bitch keep a spray tan |
| Smoke like Snoop, jump out coupe, just might raise my roof |
| Ain’t your diamonds see through, see through, see through |
| Raise my number like I raised my features |
| Fuck a teacher under bleachers for a new pair of speakers |
| Or a new pair of sneaker, bitch I’m rockin' J’s |
| Bitch I’m catching plays |
| Chop blade like taper fade, damn |
| So I can ride out, I can hide out |
| RiFF |