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im gone - riley storms lyrics

[verse1 ]
riley storms

got a new b*tch in three weeks i’m gone
huh
got a new whip that foreign on god
on god b*tch
drop the top please move along
a*long yeah
best you dont pull on the quad

ay
okay

b*tch its poppin lets get it

ya i been talkin sh*t
so when u walking in
im wearing moccasins
so keep mockin him
i
pray the lord my soul keep
did you repent you acting meek
got the burner holding heat
im in the penthouse and the suite
yeah this b*tch is bad
she throw it back
like cube and link

f*ck what you think
and what you heard
i hit my shrink
dont overthink
just hit it quick
then you bouncin back
this b*tch been livin on my lap
no wire tap
ain’t f*cking with you rats

this and that
lil b*tch she wearing raf
now picture this
the p*ssy good i hit the cat
im sick of diplomats
so please rеlax
they k!llin bill like mirimax
no fiction in my raps
i run the track
likе pulp your will is fading good
they hunting where you stood
im gone

[bridge]

stop talking like you hot and

your never gonna be anything

your rhymes are sh*t

your beats are sh*t

your just a piece of sh*t

shut the f*ck up you lame ass b*tch

[verse]
eightsix

new porsche imported
that 8 speed im gone
count 10 racks in two weeks
got 2 g’s on a moneyline
floor seats at the garden
cop uber x to the hotel
tinted winted two tahoe’s
these b*tches all options boy
why the f*ck are you talking boy
in the pics when that b*tch pose
paystubs in peso’s
stamps all in my passport
town home where the summer warm
cobblestones on my front door
flying private thats overnight
talking sh*t (you foolin right)

[verse 2]
eightsix & riley storms

b*tch please you too polite

block her number thats outta spite

weekend night like ten to 2

im trynna f*ck but she wanna fight

from the back i like the view

heavy weight ain’t moving light

two hundred k new bentley coupe

new red dot, b*tch peep the sight

yo eightsix, we moving right?

cops outside in the van

they plotting to spoil the plans

is it weird that your b*tch is a fan

thinking you hot while you poppin a xan

got 28 grams and it turn to ounce

cops come in knockin we run then we bounce

f*ck that sh*t im gone

riley storms
[verse 2]
ok im top 5 when i spit this sh*t
they notarize on my penmanship
you been advised
the kid is feelin live
and all i got is time
so when i arrive

ahhhhhhhhhhhh

sick of these b*tches been running they mouth
im sick of these hoes that been down for the count
now im talking these bands ain’t no dollar amount
and pull in the spot and scream and they shout

(breathing)

so im running a 6
and you struggling
keep up the flow
while i f*ck with the mix
can you turn up the low
cause i f*ck with the kick
got it rumblin go

b*tch
rappers been mumbling (hoe)

doubling ryhmes like i f*ck with the time
got a feeling the end of my line
gonna revel inside of your dome
and a moment ago
got two words in the flow
that i sew and i stitch
got you wondering
if you gone leave with ur soul
so im feeling divine
and im sipping on wine
did i st st st studder lil b*tch
and im thundering please
can you stop with the chatter
his body went cold
and he ran outta luck
but remember you tough
whats the matter
you snitch
got you feelin like tokyo joe

b*tches been all in my photos
talk is cheap this ain’t a promo
nothing free in this country b
so i hit the case its pro bono
these rappers sheep so i tip toe
grab the clip
and unload the strip
paint the whole block
like im van gogh
b*tch

- riley storms lyrics

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