Riot Maker

No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb

But you'll find out, when you bind out

You can be free if your money long

Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy

In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby

Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back

But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked

Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set

They wanted me to give a sign to post up to the hospital, bet

When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin'

This bitch is suin' Tecca Nina for one hundred grand

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know

I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my show

I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'

I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'

Sly dranker, skyscraper

Riot maker

Stand back if you're frightened

Yeah, get back, 'cause we fightin

I'm a skyscraper

That's why everybody in my path

Is tryna get a little piece of my paper

Man, I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them

When I'm rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim

It's Skatterman, cat, Strange Music's black sheep (why?)

'Cause I'm still countin' money off the back streets (ha)

Every city, every show, I gotta pack heat (pack heat)

This ain't no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet

I'm one of a kind, turn one into nine

Blow your head off your shoulders, dog

It's nothin' but time (nothin' but time)

And I never raise my voice

You a bum, why should I holler on you? (Holler on you?)

With a whisper, I can drop a couple dollars on you

Sss-sss-sick them Rottweilers on you

Killers bustin' out the windows of Impalas on you

A made man in the streets, I made grams

Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans

Now I'm chillin' on the tour with the redhead wonder (redhead wonder)

Did fifty-seven shows in a three month summer

On the deuce, next bitch ass nigga fuckin' with Tech

Gon' get found in some park with his nuts in his neck

Like you ain't know, we put it down like this

Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, Uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins

You Suzy Qs ain't no excuse for the sin

So watch your tongue, if you wolfin'

I get to shootin' over you and your bitch

You just assume you tried the shoes and they fit

You never knew that I lose you off in the section

With your dude in the ditch

Whether it's reppin' dog, or movin' them bricks

I keep it gutter, little homie

Look my records, see I'm doin it big

As you can tell, I ain't no regular nigga

I'm filled with star qualities

Gon' end up with bitches that's naked

And watch the bra swallow me

It's only so long you can fake it

So don't try to follow me

You still can't get back up on your feet

You're right back where you ought to be

I see you failin', 'cause Strange Music got it locked, boy

Invest your stock, boy, Kansas City hot boys

It's really fuck a hater, smokin' weed, get your papa

You can see me now or later, motherfuckin' riot maker

'Cause I'm a riot maker, that's if you don't know

I'm a riot maker, they mosh at my show

I'm a riot maker, and I come out bustin'

I'm a riot maker, riot maker, I don't give a damn about nothin'

Sly dranker, skyscraper

Riot maker

We will shut this motherfucker down

We will tear up your motherfuckin' town!

Since 1985

Six, six, triple-eight, forty-six, ninety-nine, three

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