riley xo - jerk cypher (feat. MACE!, angxl & nen) Lyrics

I just pulled up on that bitch she give me face
Run up on me and I sprayin on that shit like shoutout mace
Prada on me like I do not give a f*ck about the price
Like lil yachty, how I pull up on that bitch for like one night
All my watches two-tone
Bitch that gas got me stupid like I lost a chromosome
Told that bitch, stop callin' my phone
Man, I ain't no hooper, but I'm ballin' like pros
And watch your f*ckin' mouth if you talkin' to bro
He gon' dump that f*ckin' clip, make your body explode
Hop on a jerk beat, bad bitch
Said she wanna come over and jerk me
Told her ass, I don't know, I ain't with the flirting
Yeah these bitches it be tweakin' like they done took a perky
And I'm leavin' you leaking clutchin' on my 30
And my hitter a demon, he really keep it dirty
Pull up on me, bitch, I'm gonna put you on a f*ckin' shirt
If your friend talkin' shit, tell his ass he get merc'd
Flush these boys like a motherf*ckin' turd
And I promise that these motherf*ckin' bullets hurt
Bitch, I'm makin' that money, ain't that for sure
You a broke-ass dummy, that's for sure
I just hit up mace, he gon' put you in a hearse
I just met two bad bitches and they got the perks
Might f*ck around and go buy them a f*ckin' purse
Just bought the GLE, gonna put it in reverse
On so many drugs, man, this shit gotta be a curse
Yeah, they call me Mace, but I'm tryna get like Jace
I don't need these goofy-ass beats, give me some bass
Gonna run up on your block and we not leavin' a trace
Pull up in a scat pack like I'm stealin' a bass
I just pull up on your block and it sound like fireworks
And best believe I was on hella f*ckin' perks
I just put the bitch in a hearse, she got a kid
Now I gotta go off the motherf*ckin' grid, grid
Gotta come up with a plan like I'm f*ckin' Jason Kidd
Now she know where I'm at, now I gotta go hide
Shouldn't have hit it from the backside
Now she tryna go be my bride
Knew I shoulda had motherf*ckin' lied
Shoulda left her ass on the east side
Now I'm finna go to that f*ckin' rave
Gonna be on a different brainwave
Might f*ck around and see my boy Dave
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop it down, pop it down, hit me, bust down
Bust down, baby, come on me and bust now
Mace left it on a good note, let me pop out
Sippin' on a four loko bitch, finna black out
Crash out over some fries
Bitches look at my way, all mesmerized
Hoppin' on a beat and I don't gotta try
Playin' R6 with my boy Ball Guy
Yeah, comin' with that heat, bitch, we in the kitchen
Shit is super hot, we in here cookin' chicken
Hey, hold up, pause, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Shit, we in Alabama
Shit, I'm wearin' my pajamas everywhere I go
Bitch, I be throwin' my hammers, yeah
These ain't no regular denims
These my Balenciaga track pants
Out here wearin' all black, bitch, I'm feelin' like Venom
In the coupe, my niggas do bushes in half
I tell them to go to your center
New ripped jeans, expensive leather
The go-yard bag, yeah, I might cop it
He think he on it, but that boy floppin
I'ma pull up in the chopper, just knock him
Feel like Kodak, ain't no flockin
Niggas broke, pocket watchin
Cart turn me into a goblin
Riley said hop in the stu so I locked in
Target, acquire, I got him
But he only got shot in the leg
Up that tec somebody shot him
But he only got shot in the leg
So he walk with a waddle
I got me a badass bitch
Yeah, this ho look just like a model
F*ck this bitch, off perks and gas, yeah
I go full throttle
Juggin the shit I'm runnin off
Yeah, I rob him
Got Balenci on my teeth
Yeah I copped it
If he talkin' down then
You know that boy will stop walkin
I might just go hunt the jaw of that bitch
Cause she be talkin
Drive it stolen, just like it's a lamb
That ho see the drip, she just like, damn
Talkin' bout he up, show me a band
I had upped the tec that n*gga ran
Oh wait, that's yo mans
He get knocked off
I had upped my chop and shot him before he let his shot off
Fully automatic AR
And a sawed off
We gon' shoot your legs off
Nigga, you won't get far