Riot (Remix)
I don't even know what to say, ain't got to say much
You hear my voice, you know it's 50
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it {*4X*}
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet, you in the presence of a real ni***
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet, you in the real nigga's presence
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she f*** with me cause a real nigga's her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin'
And if you don't know I go by Tity two necklace
Nigga that cocaine that I'm flippin' (yeah), wood-wood grain when I'm dippin' (grrrr)
Codeine when I'm sippin', bitch, you fuc*** right I be trippin' (WOOOO)
I put your bitch face in my lap, .223s all in my strap
Count-count my paper, all of them stacks, f*** something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot {*4X*}
I ain't stunnin' these niggas, I ain't stunnin' these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look-look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide, my pack loud
My gat loud, I back out and click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial, my rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators, I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down, her phone off so don't dial
That-that pyrex in my kitchen, rich niggas still bitchin'
Them GDs and them vicelords or that gangsta shit I be kickin'
Who Blood now? Who Crippin?, who pu***? Tell me who snitchin'?
I got a firearm to fire on for whoever done let that bitch in (bitch in)
These niggas don't live by the codes then cut in and fuc*** up the game
Throw your sets up if you don't give a f***, it's 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin', I dance to this, I buy the whole bar, ni*** you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin' while the hoes watchin' and damn I love this gangsta shit
(Yeah... that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
We gone get back to the real shit
Quit fuc*** around