Riri (feat. Babyape & Taveli) Video (MV)

Been posted up with my demons
Posted up with my gang

That boy he can't hang

Them zombies be creepin
Yea I pray to Allah while I'm clutchin' my fye, I post up with my demons
Stick in the box like I'm Roddy, no hobby, i ball every season
Five Letter we get it, put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jeezy
We comin' out the trenches, I'm strapped with extensions this shit wasn't easy

I talked to my baby she sayin she need me
Had a talk with Taveli, he feelin' like BB
I got a bad bitch, she lookin' like Riri
We get the drop, burn it up like a CD

Mos of these niggas be bitches, they talk in they raps, but they really ain't f*ckin with BG
I'm on a dirty ass south, ain't no rules, yeah
Please don't get put on the TV

Yeah, we put that boy on the TV
Just might spoil my bae, pull the racks out today
What you know about CeCe, yeah
And I got green like Luigi
And this shit tough, but we make it look easy, yeah

Shawty worried about my lifestyle
She be tellin' me that she need me
I'm there, gen three came with a switch, thats rare
Young nigga tryna go spin, Like fair

Toughen up bitch, boy, life ain't fair
We done seen it all boy put on Pep
We done seen it all but we don't speak on shit
I was outside takin' risks

Tell them keep me out the mix
They can't even take care they kids
Talked to my brother the other day
He said that he got faith in the boy

I got members up in Chi-Raq
But we are not from Illinois
Watch your car, it might get high jacked
Them young niggas breakin' in doors

We ain't even worried about no shot clock
I swear that we been up the score

Them zombies be creepin
Yea I pray to Allah while I'm clutchin' my fye, I post up with my demons
Stick in the box like I'm Roddy, no hobby, i ball every season
Five Letter we get it, put on for my city, I'm feelin' like Jeezy
We comin' out the trenches, I'm strapped with extensions this shit wasn't easy

I talked to my baby she sayin she need me
Had a talk with Taveli, he feelin' like BB
I got a bad bitch, she lookin' like Riri
We get the drop, burn it up like a CD

Most of these niggas be bitches, they talk in they raps, but they really ain't f*ckin with BG
I'm on a dirty ass south, ain't no rules, yeah
Please don't get put on the TV

We havin' bags nigga, might walk in your spot, Your ass get extorted
Yeah, just got a bag, nigga
This shit off the plane, this shit got imported
Yeah, whole lot of cash, nigga

Open my pockets, I walk with your mortgage
Yeah, whole lotta of bags, nigga
I move this shit just like Boston George
Hop in the Scat we might switch out the Ford
Come make a play, know this shit on the floor
I switch up the drip and go put on Dior
We kicked this shit down, they ain't open the door
I got me some money, I want me some more

I put this shit on, I might f*ck on your whore
That boy is a Joke, we send him to the store
He Got hit with the switch, send him to the morgue
I be running this shit up my legs got sore
Hollow tip Cut him it feel like a sword

I'ma keep going and going and going
I cannot stop, no, I deserve more
We pull up foreign and foreign and foreign
Open the hood, the engine be roaring

I went through the rain, made it through the storm
And I been a star since I was born