Lil Skies – Riot Lyrics
Riot Lyrics by Lil Skies
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
I (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I (Yeah)
Ayy
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 f**k her if she basic
She a rich bit*h, cut a niqqa off for fakin’
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, a$$ shakin’
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin’
If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin’
Don’t care what he say, we gon’ catch him where he layin’
I’ma boss up on any occasion
Young ni**a poppin’ tags
Young ni**a got a bag and he got his own swag, let’s go
Young ni**a stay low, got a lot of pesos
And he sellin’ out shows, you know
I’ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Tryna snatch it, take your brain
Big smoke ni**a, you ain’t never helped your man
Take the l**k for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho ni**a
Hear me on the radio, girl, I’m in my glow
I got money and the flow, it look like I’m sellin’ dope
Why your baby-daddy broke? That niqqa is a joke
I should probably put him on, but I probably really won’t
Call up stance, I’m the boat, the gang stay afloat
Got bred by the loaf, turn a pu$$y ni**a toast
I’m too nice with this
She wanna come suck, I told her come ride the d–k
My gang on full attack, this that real riot sh-t
You f–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, niqqa just stup*d
I be with a bad bit*h, break her heart, cupid
Yeah, I’m livin’ average, I tribute my music
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, a$$ 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 l**k for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho ni**a
[Outro] 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