[Intro: Ray J]
Yeah
(RJ Diablo, man, you know what it is)

[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me
She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B
I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet
And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P
I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs
I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV
I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys?
Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees
Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me
She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B
I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet
And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P
I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs
I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV
I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys?
Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees

[Verse 1: RJLDiablo]
If you wan' pull up, then I guess we could talk 'bout it
You talk that shit about me just to get clouted
I was raised in the ends, so then, boy, I hopped out it
Booked it to the suburbs, now I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
RJ, he gang, and he fucked on your bitch
He bought her Chanel from trapping them bricks
Was trapping them kilos before I did shit
Fights in nursery, I was really 'bout it
I fucked on your bitch because she called me cute
I showed her the missile and then she went boom
Young lil' RJ and he back with a tune
Let's air out the room, BL!ZZXRD's closet, spread fumes
RJ a killer, your music is filler
It's our anniversary, Bryson Tiller
I'm high like a piller, I'm gangster, I'm driller
Hit on a pussy, I feel like gorilla
If you wanna talk, then come on, let's go
I ain't got time to be fuckin' with hoes
My music is sick, yours is gross
If you send a shot then I will riposte
I fire the beam, I ride with the team
I'm dire for lean, you hired to clean
I fire the beam, I ride with the team
I'm dire for lean, you hired to clean
[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me
She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B
I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet
And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P
I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs
I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV
I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys?
Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees
Ayy, she wantin' this D, she fuckin' with me
She fucking with RJ, he fucked on your B
I was raised on the streets, got dirt on my feet
And bitch, I'm ferel like Skateboard P
I'm sipping on lean, I doubled my Cs
I bussed down my bitch in some brand-new LV
I ride with the Gs, bitch, where is the keys?
Bitch, we in Skyrim, we aim for the knees, oh yeah

[Bridge: Skipper The Tipper]
Tyler Made The Beat
Tyler Made The Beat
Tyler Made The Beat
Tyler made the beat
I'm tripping to my feet
That bitch is honest cheatin'
I'm rockin' with my cleaves
Ayy, hold on, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah
[Verse 2: Skipper The Tipper, RJLDiablo]
Step on the block then I shot him
With all of his money I sure could of bought him
His body don’t float it went to the bottom
I’m not very merry but you know that I’m poppin'
A skull on my hip
Extended the grip
Bag on his head he gone for a trip
Left with some sticks
My shootas are quick
He started to run got fixed like my whip
Designer on my hip when I flee on the scene
His trails are bloody, my trails are green
Holes like a net when I empty the 'zine
Mess around with some adults I’m only a teen
Bitch, I don’t mean gangs when I mention the blocks
Eating disorder, you can eat on this Glock
He fly with the crowd he fly with the flock
Steal his bitch and she giving the gawk (Ayy, haha)
Shoot him by the dock
Bad bitch on my cock
She slurp it up, eat white, it ain't chalk
Pull up to our block, but we keep a Glock

[Outro: RJLDiablo]
Ayy, and it's a pizza party, watch out
Don't talk 'cause you might get washed now
Don't come to the hood 'cause you might get shot now, uh, but—