Really Riley - Dealer Plates

Yeah
Ay Ay
Really
Ay
Catch me on the interstate
I just left the bank
In a brand new foreign with the dealer plates
You know I'm sliding to the bag I ain't finna wait
Gotta keep a pole on you just to play it safe
Ay, we really gettin pape
I know they mad everytime they gotta see my face
That's why I pull up talking shit and hit my fadeaway
I coulda waited for a year I bought it anyway
Now he tryna claim my hoes boy you hella late
Acting like he got some motion boy you hella lame
I ain't ever did a statement I don't talk to jakes
Always talk about me I don't think you niggas straight
Long live Will I'm Forever Paid
If I ain't in a foreign catch me in a Escalade
Plain Cuban on me yellow like it's lemonade
Last nigga played around needed medicaid
I ain't finna wait around for no better days
I been runnin thru the city like I'm in a maze
Told em sub me in the game I got better plays
If you see me in the corner I'ma let it bang
Ay, shawty tryna run it back
But I heard that she was talkin down so I'm dubbing that
I ain't never finna sign a deal if I ain't running that
If real niggas out of style I'ma bring em back
Catch me on the interstate
I just left the bank
In a brand new foreign with the dealer plates
You know I'm sliding to the bag I ain't finna wait
Gotta keep a pole on you just to play it safe
Ay, we really gettin pape
I know they mad everytime they gotta see my face
That's why I pull up talking shit and hit my fadeaway
I coulda waited for a year I bought it anyway
I done made the hoe choose when I came thru
Never fucking up my paper pulling fake moves
They ain't tryna see me eat I had to break loose
When I'm really in that zone I just can't lose
Tell em keep the bimmer if it ain't a competition
I remember I was broke without a pot to piss in
Niggas hate on what I do like I'ma pay attention
You ain't really taking shots boy you really missing
Every car I'm finna cop tearing up the streets
If I pull up to yo block I'm fuckin up the peace
Cashed out on the lot I ain't do the lease
Niggas tried to cut me out for the bigger piece
Man I'm finna call the plug for another pack
Really started treating music like I'm selling crack
I ain't never sending shots I be stating facts
If you need me you can catch me where the paper at

Written by:
Riley De Leon

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