Assassin - Riven

Ayy, I can’t fuck with you

Ayy, I can’t fuck with you

That’s out the question

We keep them Glicks, ayy

We keep them weapons

We-we-we can’t be-

on the beat

Fend-Fendi or the Prada?

I can do whichever

Yo' diamonds look fool, fuck nigga need to test that

And we shoot like

We applyin' pressure

Mary or the Lucy?

I don’t know, but I ingest her

Ayy, and I throw that West up

No fouls, but you know we Tec’d up

Talk down on gang, he get messed up, uh

Walk into the function, I’m flexed up, uh

Ayy, ayy, flexin'

Money long, stretch shit, I be finessing, ayy

Ayy, checks I’m collecting

Oh, that’s yo' bitch, huh?

I keep forgettin'

Ayy, I can’t fuck with you

That’s out the question

We keep them Glicks, ayy

We keep them weapons

We-we-we can’t be tested

We can’t be threatened

Glock in my left hand

Glock in my left hand, and that is my best hand

Talk down on me, nigga you is a dead man, uh

Dead man, uh, yuh, dead man, uh

Yuh, dead man, uh, hey

Ayy, he a dead man

Hit him in the leg, man

If the ho want some spice and then I got the, man

shred the tag, I shop Expressive

Bitch say I’m rude, like «I'm offended»

I’ma hit the with no incentive

Bitch I got it out the dirt, out the trenches

And I’m getting so many dollars it

And yo' bank account look like it’s anorexic

And I’m outta school but nigga we can test it

And I’m shooting first, even if contested