IDK, Xanman - RILEY lyrics

Ayy, woo ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh huh, uh, uh uh, uh uh huh, uh, uh uh, uh

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big 40
And I'll still put it down and
Then wreck his ass, blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look
Like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That nigga got work in a taxi cab and
I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin'
Brrt, brrt, brrt, hey hey hey

Bitch, I'm not a human being
I'm a walking Michael Myers movie scene
Bust all over her face
She told her nigga it's acne removal cream
Swimmin' in that water, she call
Me big daddy, bitch, i'm Scuba Steve
All of these internet niggas
They need gigabytes and computer screens
Kickdoor, move ass up in the glizzy
21 Jump Street, niggas be Schmidty
Walk down 'cause these niggas be sissies
My family proud, they callin' me sticky
Big four of Wock'
We ain't sippin' on whiskey
Pull up with a fifty, they call me Ulysses
Grant my shooter with dreads
He know we gon' man that
Moonwalkin' like Mike Jack, I got spandex
Thirty bands, got a bougie bitch implants
Rolex watch
They askin' like "Where Ben 10 at?"
I'm servin' that shit like Maddy
Throwin' Scooby Snacks, "Okay Raggie"
I hit on a bitch, she like, "Okay, daddy"
Went to jail, had a big Glock spazzin'
Choppa make him flip, he do gymnastics
Nigga play with them automatics
Brrt, bullet goin', brrt, brrt, brrt
Hey hey hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big 40 and I'll still put it down
And then wreck his ass
Blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look
Like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That nigga got work in a taxi cab and
I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin'
Brrt, brrt, brrt, hey hey hey

Ayy, how the fuck you a plug with no work?
How the fuck you a killer, no dirt?
Shooter shoot like DaBaby, he Kirk
Give his family the blues like a Smurf
Used to trap off the phone with a chirp
Servin' outta KD off the earth
All my niggas 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, sike
Bustin', I'm bustin' a swerve right
I gotta take me a trip, flight
Is he a man or a bitch, dyke ha, ha ha ha
I wanna LaFerrari with the top down
Ha, ha ha ha
I'm doin' pretty good for a Largo drop out
Ha, ha ha ha, say he had heat
It's cool 'cause I'm hot now
Ha, ha ha ha, now we in a buildin'
These niggas locked out

Brrt, bullet goin'
(Ayy) , brrt, brrt, brrt (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, hey hey

Put a chop to his head like he special ed
Xan got a big 40 and I'll still put it down
And then wreck his ass
Blood all over the scene
Blood on the scene, it look
Like a maxipad, Indian plug, hold up
That nigga got work in a taxi cab and
I still got grams in a plastic bag
Bullet goin', brrt, bullet goin'
Brrt, brrt, brrt, hey hey hey