[Intro: Riko With Da K]
Man, you know the fuck goin' on, man
Free Pussna and Baby D, man
Man, shout out to Kodak my nigga, I love you, nigga, fo' sho, nigga
Fuck whoever don't like that
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)
[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em
[Verse 1: Riko With Da K]
Yeah, we catch you slippin', ain't no runnin', we get to bussin'
Get out your body, we catch bodies from Monday to Sunday
He want me dead, but I ain't scared, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
And if I slide, niggas dyin', yeah, that's how I'm comin'
She took my soul, now she gone, song soul huntin'
We step on him, Tiane knows that that's a whole hundred
I pop a Perc' and get in my zone and want a snow bunny
Come through this bitch and give switches and be a crash dummy
I knew they thought that I was gone, now I'm back on it
Pistols totin' with a .30, fuck the judge, homie
Sniper gang beat the game, fuck your set, homie
You cross my brother and I ain't lettin' up and that's on my momma, nigga (Fo' sho)
[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Ayy, Riko my twin, we love to spin, niggas know what we do
Y'all tell that nigga to come outside, I'm tryna smoke his boof
I'm on my top, I'm tryna pop, and this nigga claim he oppin'
That boy ain't down when I'm first droppin', we ain't fuckin' stoppin'
We slide me for Haiti, millie with a skyrocket
And niggas speakin' on Zoe Reekee, we gon' ride 'bout it
I'm on my burner phone, I'ma burn this bitch and soon we kill 'em
And tell this bitch stay out the way or she gon' be a victim
I'm clutchin' a cuter stick, tryna hit a nigga with a scissor
This smoke ain't nothin' sweet, in the backseat bussin' down a swisher
I flipped a whip on self parole, don't act like you don't remember
When I catch a lil' pussy bitch, these hollow tips tearin' up his liver
[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole 'ang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no fuckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to fuckin' touch 'em
