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Riven
Riven
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riven
Riven
Songwriter
Maitreya Williams
Maitreya Williams
Composer

Lyrics

(Oh) Motherfuck the opps, I duck 'em (Oh)
Never wife a bitch, can't cuff 'em (Oh)
If he not gang, then fuck 'em (Oh)
Switchblades on me, I tuck 'em (Oh)
Ge-ge-gettin' to the bag, no discussion
Said I couldn't do it, but I done it
Yeah, yeah
On my ass, off the gas, got me lifted (Oh)
All I see is cash in my vision (Oh)
Skrrtin' off on a dash, on a mission, what's up? Yeah
I’m with his bitch, that's his mistress (Oh)
I tell that ****, ''Go fishing'' (Oh)
Say that's your girl, I don't listen (Oh)
In the trap with Johnny and we whippin'
Cookin' up dope in the kitchen
If you need it, then I pull up in a minute (Oh)
Fuck a label, I'm independent (Oh)
''Altima, how the hell you flex like that?''
''How you flex like this? How you flex like that?''
''How the hell you gettin' all them checks like that?''
Ch-ch-chains so live, they flex right back
I just finessed like four, five racks
I just finessed like four, five packs, yeah
All you **** snake, no cap
You **** pussy, you already know that, yeah
Leave a **** with a toe tag
Katana on the side, you know I'ma hold that, yeah
Really all this shit so sad
My **** got a .30 and he'll let it blow back, yeah
Riven got so much talent
Ass so fat, I'ma take it as a challenge (Yeah)
Gas make me lose my balance
Take your bitch, then ask, ''What happened?'' (Ayy)
Played that ho like Madden
Now she trippin' like she on acid (Yeah)
Rollin' up a blunt, I'm not passin'
I'm y'all coach, y'all **** need practice
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Maitreya Williams, Riven
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