Lil Skies - Riot Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Yeah (yeah), yeah (woah, woah, woah)
A`ite (woah, woah, woah, woah)
A`ite (yeah)Ayy

Walkin` dripped out, you see the details
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 straight off 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 nigga, I won`t fuck her if she basic
She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin`

Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I`m Jason
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, ass 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`
And I`ma boss up on any occasion

Young nigga poppin` tags
Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let`s go
Young nigga 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 nigga, you ain`t never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga, and I`m livin` by the code

I got hoes down the road when I`m bored, suck my soul
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 nigga 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 pussy nigga toast

I`m too nice with this
She wanna come suck, I told her come ride the dick
My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit
You fuck around, get clapped, tryna highfive and shit
I don`t wanna talk about it, `cause I just do it
You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid
I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid
Done livin` average, the truth was in my music

Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I`m Jason
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, ass 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`
And I`ma boss up on any occasion

Young nigga poppin` tags
Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let`s go
Young nigga 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 nigga, you ain`t never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a hoe nigga

Yeah, yeah, that`s why you a ho nigga, yeah
Why you a hoe nigga? Yeah (aye)
Why you a hoe? Yeah
All we got nigga