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letra de riley - idk & xanman

[intro: idk]
ayy, woo
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh
uh-huh, uh, uh-uh, uh

[chorus: xanman]
put a chop to his head like he special ed
xan got a big .40 and i’ll still put it down and then rack his ass
blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
indian plug, hold up, that n-gga got work in a taxi cab
and i still got grams in a plastic bag
put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

[verse 1: xanman]
b-tch, i’m not a human being, i’m a micheal myers movie scene
bust all over her face, she told her n-ggas it’s acne removal cream
swimmin’ in that water, she call me big daddy, b-tch, i’m scooba steve
all of these internet n-ggas, they need gigabytes and computer screens
kickdoor, move ass up in the glizzy
21 jump street, n-ggas be schmidty
walk down ’cause these n-ggas be sissies
my family proud, they callin’ me sticky
big four of wock’, we ain’t sippin’ on whiskey
pull up with a fendi, they call me [?]
grant my shooter with dreads, he know we gon’ man that
moonwalkin’ like mike jack, i got [?] that
thirty bands, got a bougie b-tch implants
rolex watch, they askin’ like “where ben 10 at?”
i’m servin’ that sh-t like maddy
throwin’ scooby snacks, “okay raggie”
i hit on a b-tch, she like “okay, daddy”
went to jail, had a big glock spazzin’
choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
n-gga play with them automatics
put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
[chorus: xanman]
put a chop to his head like he special ed
xan got a big .40 and i’ll still put it down and then rack his ass
blood all over the scene, blood on the scene, it look like a maxipad
indian plug, hold up, that n-gga got work in a taxi cab
and i still got grams in a plastic bag
put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey

[verse 2: idk]
hey, how the f-ck you a plug with no work?
how the f-ck you a k!ller, no dirt?
shooter shoot like dababy, he kirk
give his family the blues like a smurf
used to trap off the phone by the church
servin’ outta kd off the earth
all my n-ggas been g from the birth
send him up, now he sleepin’ in church
you can leave it or not, you can see what i’m worth
shake him up and shoot, i call him durk
she get on top, she gonna squirt
she say it hurt ’cause it got girth
if i got a bag, she get a purse, psych
bustin’, i’m bustin’ a swerve right
i gotta take me a trip, flight
is he a man or a b-tch, dyk-
ha, ha-ha-ha, i wanna [?] with the top down
ha, ha-ha-ha, i’m doin’ pretty good for a [?] drop out
ha, ha-ha-ha, say that heat, it’s good ’cause i’m hot now
ha, ha-ha-ha, now we in a buildin’, these n-ggas locked out
[pre-chorus: xanman & idk, both]
brrt, put the gun (ayy), brrt, brrt, brrt (ayy, ayy)
hey, hey, hey

- idk xanman

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