Riot

[Verse: Retro Messiah & Kobelocks]
Livin' life just like a rebel
Tryna make this money
Double dip my swag just like a shovel
Try me, it's gon' be some trouble
She know I know that she lookin'
Her ass soft like soft cushion
Every day I'm smokin' kush
And every day I'm low-key juggin'
Pull up to yo function, I know that you see me
All these niggas J's, yeah, so I call 'em Stevie
Diamonds skatin', got 'em hatin', I just hit an indie
She gon' be on my dick when she see me in all this Fendi
Ayy, random hoes know me, but let's keep that low-key
Ayy, get currency, hmm, quite efficiently
Yeah, you got misdemeanors, but we got felonies
So I cannot be within fifty feet of weaponry
Smoke good gas with my kinfolk
Hit the lil ho on tempo
"Gotta get the guap", that's the motto
Everybody, give it up for Pablo
Pablo got the pounds in the Tahoe
I'm in ClayCo with ya main ho
I'm Michael, you Jermaine though
Gotta get the queso, peso
Niggas be tryna act hard, but they know we'll pull your card
How you got money with your fake Goyard?
Boy, ya ass ain't on, boy, ya ass just fraud
Fucked yo ho, then she lied on God
Said "What’s up", then she gave me the nod
After all that, she got passed to the squad
And I didn’t even know it, but she was kinda hot
K-O-B-E
Yo ho know it's me
Hot boy in the streets
Trap phone, totin' heat
All you niggas hate
They broke, can't relate
Why is Thrasher on your body when you—
You don't even skate?