Riot Songtext
von J.I the Prince of N.Y
Riot Songtext
I′ma fuck around and start a riot (oh)
Fuck them niggas who don't like it
Told that bitch she gon′ have to keep it private (oh)
200 thousand on the private
I don't know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what's up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
I′m not with no fuckery
Wanna put me in the grave
I feel like a slave, they don′t got no love for me
I heard niggas in my hood feel some type of way
They thinking 'bout touching me
I treat these niggas like grass
Put food on the trap, let all of ′em come to me
She let me fuck from the back
She make that shit clap
I love it when she run from me
I tried to picture you like you smart
I fill up the clip, and she pick whoever she like
Couple killers in the cut, let 'em hold a grip
They pick whoever they like
I′ll let you pick out your casket, nigga
Hundred thousand in the stash
Don't know who I am then you better ask a nigga
′Cause shit can get nasty, nigga
Hundred racks in my jeans, I got a reason to sag
Y'all niggas just stirrin' the pot
Word on the streets
They put your dawg in a bag
And y′all niggas still on the block
Better invest in a chop′
'Cause you could be next to get shot (oh-oh)
Fuck around, go to war with the cops
Ain′t tryna get killed on the spot
I'ma fuck around and start a riot (oh)
Fuck them niggas who don′t like it
Told that bitch she gon' have to keep it private (oh)
200 thousand on the private
I don′t know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what's up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
I'ma fuck around and start a riot
Fuck them niggas who don′t like it
Told that bitch she gon′ have to keep it private
200 thousand on the private
I don't know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what′s up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
Fuck them niggas who don't like it
Told that bitch she gon′ have to keep it private (oh)
200 thousand on the private
I don't know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what's up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
I′m not with no fuckery
Wanna put me in the grave
I feel like a slave, they don′t got no love for me
I heard niggas in my hood feel some type of way
They thinking 'bout touching me
I treat these niggas like grass
Put food on the trap, let all of ′em come to me
She let me fuck from the back
She make that shit clap
I love it when she run from me
I tried to picture you like you smart
I fill up the clip, and she pick whoever she like
Couple killers in the cut, let 'em hold a grip
They pick whoever they like
I′ll let you pick out your casket, nigga
Hundred thousand in the stash
Don't know who I am then you better ask a nigga
′Cause shit can get nasty, nigga
Hundred racks in my jeans, I got a reason to sag
Y'all niggas just stirrin' the pot
Word on the streets
They put your dawg in a bag
And y′all niggas still on the block
Better invest in a chop′
'Cause you could be next to get shot (oh-oh)
Fuck around, go to war with the cops
Ain′t tryna get killed on the spot
I'ma fuck around and start a riot (oh)
Fuck them niggas who don′t like it
Told that bitch she gon' have to keep it private (oh)
200 thousand on the private
I don′t know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what's up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
I'ma fuck around and start a riot
Fuck them niggas who don′t like it
Told that bitch she gon′ have to keep it private
200 thousand on the private
I don't know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what′s up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh
Writer(s): Justin Rivera, Kaseem Moultrie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com