Riff Raff - Like Whaaat (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Who that, talking ‘bout who that

Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black

Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb

Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard

The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time

Whatever however, ‘cause young niggas stay trying

See them and be like huh, nigga, what?

Huh? Give a fuck, like what?

Blow my weed, smash the dash

Hop up in my lane, she be looking way different

Through these thousand dollars frames

Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollar brain

Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga

Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga

Floating through the city like I'm on a raft, nigga

Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass, nigga

Like what that shit do, yeah

Yeah, I'm just doing my thing, fingers in the sky

Banging my game like oh

Go on fall back, ‘cause you don't want no problems like that

‘Cause we gonna be like huh? Nigga what?

Huh? Give a fuck, nigga what?

A nigga be like huh? Nigga what?

Huh? Give a fuck, nigga what?

I can throw rice like Montanan

Make a million models dance in my candy mansion

The cool brandy, poof and the roof vanished

My Bluetooth, icy jewels and I freeze camera

I can pop bottles, might pop a molly

Pop club on the scene and call those paparazzi

I can get it popping wrecking Mary Poppins

Oh shit, look who it is, the white Bernard Hopkins

Yeah, I'm just doing my thing, fingers in the sky

Banging my game like oh

Go on fall back, ‘cause you don't want no problems like that

‘Cause we gonna be like huh? Nigga what?

Huh? Give a fuck, nigga what?

A nigga be like huh? Nigga what?

Huh? Give a fuck, nigga what?

A nigga be like who that?

I bet your lady knew that

She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that

Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that

Pound that radar, a hundred sixes is where we grew that

See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill

Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill

I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on stack

I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top

Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding, my bitches red as ...

Throw back on them Yokahams

I'mma slam me the scraper

You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just grinding for show

These hoes thinking it's snow

I couldn’t do it my nigga, I blow the horn, is she ready

Disrespect for nigga please, I'm the one with the fetty

I'm going out with a bang, it's lane on the chain

I just show them what diamonds nigga ‘cause lay is the game