The Real Bril - Riley

Yeti Entertainment stupid
She said
Spend them bands till they run out
She twerking on me with her tongue out
Man I'm too old to be fighting
So I brought a couple guns out
I spent a check on my arm
This right here Louis Vuitton yea yea
I don't like odd numbers
But shid she say I'm the one
I do this shit for fun
We going dumb in this bitch
It could be empty or lit
I spent a crib on a whip
Shut up I'm talking my shit
Baguettes all over my wrist
I take the girl of ya dreams
Introduce her to the team yea
Mike Amiri all my jeans
Moncler all the tees yea
I got these nigga nervous
I got these lil bitches hurting
I'm in a two seater swerving
You on my gram and you lurking
Give me the luxury car
I had to Double the R yea yea
I couldn't wait to the crib
We had to fuck in the car
Bitch I'm a star

Written by:
Jabril Whitmore

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