RIRIS & KYLIES

[Intro]
I know your bitch too friendly, free ho'
A Slipknot legend, good dope
When I feel like AD, I'ma fill up the score

[Chorus]
My flow crazy, I know
Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor
The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flow?
Shit, I'll run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door
Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe
Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows?
Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes
You aren't pulling no bitches without selling shows

[Verse 1]
That ain't my baby, my .223 crazy
That choppa spit game, I'm in love, she my favorite
That lil' bitch overrated, I'll shoot back and fade it
He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement
No talk or debating, my new bitch a Asian (Go)
She be kicking dope shit, put that bitch in the pedigree
Half of these bitches off jiggies and ketamine
I just skrrt, now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah
It got saucy, I made a new recipe (Skrt, skrt)
Got a AMG Red with the leather seats (Skrt, skrt)
I'm the ice cream man, feel like Master P
"You got money now?" Bitch, yes, obviously (Donny)
I can go bar-for-bar, get to rapping like Cassidy
Turn on the news, they gon' say it's a tragedy
I ain't look at your bitch, but she kept looking back at me (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Refrain]
Yes, we're upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Go ahead, turn it some more
His girlfriend said that she like me, of course
It's okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Can't take pictures no more
They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch
This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo' (Go)
Woah

[Verse 2]
Getting brash to my dreads like a muhfuckin' rasta
I got shootas and commas, I'm hitting your partna'
In the trap, beat jumpin', turn niggas to pasta
Got an NLE Choppa, my nigga a shotta
With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka
And that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds
Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin' rounds
Bet that .223 shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds, yeah
Hunnid fifties on me now, yeah
Bitch, I got hunnid fifties on me now
And this shit for the sport, I'm finna hunt him down
If shit get cool, I'm finna heat it down
And lowkey, he got paranoid, we hunt him down
They gon' have to bring ambulance and get him out
He big wolf in his hood, I'm finna blow it down, bitch

[Bridge]
Woah, woah (What?), woah (What?), woah (What?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Your bitch hitting my line, leave that bitch lookin' silly
I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli'
Better cop it right now 'fore I'm out of your budget
Finna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah

[Chorus]
My flow crazy, I know
Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the floor
The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flow?
Shit, I'll run in yo' shit, knocking down the back door
Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe
Why they running through the vault tryna steal my flows?
Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes
You aren't getting no bitches without selling shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Refrain]
Yes, we're upping the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Go ahead, turn it some more
His girlfriend said that she like me, of course
It's okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Okay, pour me some more (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Can't take pictures no more
They tried to ignore me, they passing the torch
This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo'
Woah

[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)