57Nueski - Riley Manson Lyrics

Ohh what the f*ck?
Cut that shit up, Benny
Ya
Ya
Ya

What's up, Benny
We eating good steak
Eating fancy
Yeah I got a opp pack
In my wood
Yeah, it smelling good
Smoke his ass once
Smoke it twice
Yeah, I smoke it good

Can't believe my bro
Yeah, he folded for some dough
Yeah, why your pussy ass told?
Acting like you not a ho'

I'm like twin
We get paper chasing
Like we Riley Mason
I'm talmat get rich
With my bad bitch
On some goal shit

Yeah, we put drummies on our guns
Like to keep a Band
Keep a F'N
Just in case these pussies ain't fans

Yeah, pour me a four
Cant even f*ck with my sleep
I gotta keep me a drake
Smoke me one a day
Tryna heal on my pain
Tryna figure out a way

Tryna switch up my gang
No, I can't I gotta keep it going
Pistol blowing
Gen five
Bitch, you know I be showing

Yeah, better check if he fye
If he not, you better blow it
I keep that 30, Tuck it under my tummy
Yeah, I shoot like Curry

It's okay, I don't fold up these opps
They be dead anyways
That e300, what I spin up in the highway
I spend a bend
Spend a band
My neck spin again

I pull the round
Pull the round
F*ck it, find it then

I count it up
Count it up
Count my dividends
I bought a gun
I spot a opp
We shot up
His friends

I round it up
I round it up
I count up every cent
These dumbass bitches
Try to play me
Can't even afford her rent

Ohh what the f*ck?
Cut that shit up, Benny
Ya
Ya
Ya

What's up, Benny
We eating good steak
Eating fancy
Yeah I got a opp pack
In my wood
Yeah, it smelling good
Smoke his ass once
Smoke it twice
Yeah, I smoke it good

Can't believe my bro
Yeah, he folded for some dough
Yeah, why your pussy ass told?
Acting like you not a ho'

I'm like twin
We get paper chasing
Like we Riley Mason
I'm talmat get rich
With my bad bitch
On some goal shit