Mello Buckzz
Riley

[Intro: Riley Freeman]
Yeah, yeah, my name is Riley son
But you know, n***as call me, AKA, Riley Escobar, ya know I'm sayin?
Cause I be in the streets, ya know?
I got all kinds of names like, HR Paperstacks
Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker
Uh, AKA Pillsbury Doughboy (Haven this shit crank)
AKA Louis Rich (N***a)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Mello Buckzz]
What? Aye!
Smokin' on za zas and Dolce Gabbana
We can get wild in this bitch if you wanna
Purse give me stamina, bitch, like I'm Stunna
Yo' n***as only come out in the summer
Light up low bar, bitch, you bring out the thunder
I didn't have it out when I was younger
Now I'm gettin' money, I'm chasin' them commas
Turned to a savage, grew up in a jungle
Stupid hoe just want a purse and some bundles
On top of my shit and I'm never gon' fumble
I hang with them n***as, they ready to rumble (Grah, grah)
Bitch I'm up next, I just gotta stay humble
I'm chasing a bag and you chasing these n***as
You bitches will bust off a dime and some liquor (They boring)
My brothers, they lurking, they busting off jiggas
Bust at yo' frame and knock you out the picture (For real?)
I am so cold and I'm only gettin' sicker
Late night I stay close to that pole like a stripper (I can't go)
Stripes on my ass so he callin' me Tigger
Hoes on my line, but I do not pick up (Decline)
They see me in person and tell me to "Flick up"
Put it on the plate and he ate it for dinner (Ate it up)
I'm in my bag and you bitches is bitter
I just ran it up and I'm tryna get richer
Just ran it up and I'm tryna get richer
Seeing opps now, we gon' dump at them bitches (Pow)
Back shot, leg shot, leg shot (Haven this shit crank), head shot, n***a got popped in his dreadlock
Riding with a G-lock, n***a tried to run, but he tripped in them fat ass FILA's
Give a fuck about shit, on a hoe I can't trip
I can never love a n***a, all you n***as gettin' skipped
I'm a pretty ghetto bitch, get the 30 on grip
And you know I'm real protected, keep a hollow in the clip
I be smokin' out the zip, know a bitch stay dipped (Dipped)
If a car get to tweaking then that bitch get flipped
Smoking on Debby, K
Choking in (K) the back seat heavy, baked (Baked)
What?
Ya new bitch jealous, hate (Hate)
A bitch stay wet like Michigan, Lake
Ay, act like you wit' it but n***as be duckin' Im tired of these n***as they bluffin' (Frontin')
Internet savage, but we know the truth (Haven this shit crank), ain't none of ya'll n***as on nothing (Nah, nah, nah)
Flipping in traffic, ain't ducking no action
We ride with that static, get shot like a addict
Shoot for a habit, you n***as gon' panic if my n***a gotta get mixed like a salad
Pull up, do damage them blicks will get managed that 30 speak Spanish and make n***as vanish
I roll a wood, that bitch spark like a cannon
I got the mail, that shit came in the package
Give out free smoke if you want it I got it
I don't do no bluffin', fuck n***a I'm 'bout it (For real)
Post up on Essex, you get redirected
If you ain't from 'round here, don't step in my presence (At all, at all, at all, at all)
Damn, n***as can't step in my presence?
Nope, ya new bitch is broke and she jealous
For sure, I'm young and I'm wild and I'm reckless, gang
I'm ready for war, come and test me
[Verse 2: Nlmb JDot]
Dot got the neck, pussy squeezing on sight (Ah, ah)
24 hollows, they stuffed in my pipe (Boom, boom)
Knives in my hands but I [?] stripes (Yeah)
Fresh than a bitch, but I'm fly like a kite
And I got killers, got Ks like Russians
Blowin' on sight, ain't no need for no fussing (Grah, grah)
Cash apps with yo' thot and I bet she'll be blushing (She blushing)
She bop in the whip, giving top, ain't no cuffing (Uh)
Dash in the 'Rari, my foreigns, they custom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Roll up exotic means runtz with the gusherz
You know if I slip, then I'm bumming with Tagger (With Tagger, with Tagger)
Fly off the scene, left that a disaster (Grah, grah, grah)
N***as get ghost, then I turn into Casper (Casper)
Don't want yo bop cause I already trashed her (Already trashed her)
I got them keys but don't play piano (Piano)
Butt naked bitches, they trappin' in sandals
Trappers and killers don't hang with the scammers (Scammers)
Packs coming 'round, got me feeling like Santa (Santa)
She in face so I throw temper tantrums (Throw temper tantrums)
If we get the lo' then my tag get some campers (Tag get some campers)
If we get the lo' then my tag get some campers (Oh fuck man)