Riven - Assassin

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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