Really Riley - Band Talk

Yeah
Ay
Really
Take off in a foreign I done gave that shit a tune up
Shawty say she want me I ain't even have to do much
Nigga bett' not try me 'fore I really wet his crew up
If I ain't get no bread today then I ain't do nothin'
Plenty bad bitches like I'm tryna fill the room up
Empty out yo section everytime they see us pull up
All I know is shit talkin' I don't really do much
White sticks on me I ain't talking 'bout no Ku Klux
Boy I'm really having you just dreaming 'bout a bag
I done hit some bitches that you really wish you had
When I have a son he gon' be fresher than his dad
I just turn up for my city while these pussy niggas mad
Catch me in the city bitch you know I'm moving fast
I'm just tryna see it do 200 on the dash
I don't really want the hoe if I done hit her in the past
She can't hang with us if she not tryna shake some ass
Crazy bout this hustle ain't no season to be chillin'
I be showing love but I'll turn into a villain
Need 100 M's before I ever think of quitting
If she stuffing for me she gon' end up with some children
I could get a couple racks and prolly double that
I'm making beats too hit me if you need a pack
I be having play after play 'cause i ain't going back
Man this hoe been running game like I ain't knowing that
With the way I'm balling out they think it's cheat codes
Nigga I was in the gym shooting free throws
Finna red tint the carti's call em D. Rose
Yo' jumper mid I should call you Tyler Herro
I'm the type to wait a couple months before I get back
Gotta play it safe so they won't know I really did that
Call that boy Lamelo how I hit 'em with the step back
I might trade the benz and go cop me a new scat pack
I be really picky I like bitches from the islands
Talkin' hella crazy on my momma I be wildin'
How you sharing pussy boy you niggas really childish
Really put that shit on i ain't never need no stylist

Written by:
Riley De Leon

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