This pulsating hip-hop anthem delivers raw energy through gritty beats and bold lyrics celebrating urban hustle and power. Ideal for intense workouts or high-octane parties, capturing an unapologetic street vibe that ignites adrenaline.
Riley - Song Lyrics
[Intro]
You ****'ll tell, you'll steal
(Faah) **** is ratchet
[Chorus]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name
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ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
[Verse 1]
These **** out here snitchin', they with the Rat Pack (Faah)
Hit 'em with the chopper, that's the rat trap (Faah)
Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate (Faah)
House full of gangsta ****, never renovate (Faah)
You snitchin', you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hatin' on another **** 'cause his trap workin' (They hatin')
Oh, you mad cause he fucked your bitch? Boy, you a ho (You know it)
What the fuck do you expect? A ho gon' be a ho (Been know it)
And your ho is a pro, fuck every **** she know (Yeah)
You love her dirty drawers, so you can't let her go (Pussy)
You out here chasing pussy (Pussy), you should be chasing commas (Pussy)
I'll cut your fingers off (Pussy) and mail them to your mama
[Chorus]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
[Verse 2]
Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down (Pussy, faah)
**** talkin' loud (Pussy) 'til I come around (Faah)
Pussy, what they talkin' 'bout? Not a sound (Faah)
Thought he was livin' life 'til he met the ground (Faah, you know it)
AK-47, that's my gun walk (You know it)
I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk (No, sir)
I'm in love with this Nina, can't you see it, ho? (Can't you see it?)
She got a body on her, so I had to let her go (She gone)
I'm 'bout to start a riot, I'm on a money diet
I'm from the Mafia, ho, so I wouldn't try it
He was screamin', cryin', so I didn't buy it
Let the pistol sing to the **** like Mariah
[Chorus]
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
I keep a lot of heat (Heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin', **** (Nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (Hell nah)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'
[Outro]
(Lex Luger)
(Faah) Fall up in the club, and we start wildin'
(Lex Luger)
(Faah) Fall up in the club, and we start wildin'
(Lex Luger)
(Faah) Fall up in the club, and we start wildin'
(Lex Luger)
(Faah) Fall up in the club, and we start wildin'
(Faah)