Riverdale Rd
(专辑: Pretty Girls Like Trap Music - 2017)
Yeah, turn that maafaka up Nolan Woah, know what I'm saying, I
wanna feel like I
was in some muthafaking danger I
got my mothafucking pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the
booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga We in the
back, nigga, way in the
back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act Mane, c'mon with the
Kap, bruh AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I
was the
same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a
nigga How could you blame a
nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the
set with hundreds to bet But I
still changed you niggas, yeah My first foreign car, it was a
Bimmer My second foreign car, it was a
Bimmer My third foreign car, it was a
Porsche My fourth foreign car you can't afford My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion My draws got them horses, my car got them horses Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces We had no choices Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I
was the
same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a
nigga How could you blame a
nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the
set with hundreds to bet But I
still changed you niggas, yeah You wasn't there when mama was struggling You wasn't there when mama was fussing Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the
mustard I
had a
Chevelle and wanted a
Cutlass I
went to work and I
made an abundance Gucci flip flops with the
corns and bunions Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion And she got an onion and I
wanna rub it We hanging off the
Nat, see that's where my office at We dressed all in black We got 'em calling back, just went to the
mall and back When you was the
quarterback, I
had the
quarter sacks Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale Riverdale Rd., nigga He was there, he was there, you weren't there He was there, she was there Riverdale Rd., nigga Abracadabra, I
turned myself into a
millionaire I
wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I
was the
same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a
nigga How could you blame a
nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the
set with hundreds to bet But I
still changed you niggas, yeah I
know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, yeah I
know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Okay, from grams to Grammys Okay, from fans to family I
went from trips we tryna plan To cribs in South Miami They got my vision fancy My trigger finger antsy I
told the
bitch she got to sit down Just to understand me They asking, "What's the
plan, B?" I
don't have a
Plan B
I
told 'em this shit got to work It's just like candy to me I
mean it's hard but it's sweet I'm Drench God in the
streets I
break the
law in the
sheets I
make her cum on repeat I
know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah I
know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Riverdale, Riverdale!