Riata Dada Lyrics by EST Gee
Yeah, I can’t vouch for them, but they can vouch for me
Legend of Riata Dada came up selling hank and weed
I can’t make no opps not diss Lil Dead, but I can make ’em bleed
Paper right and I ain’t fighting, you in a gun fight with a steak knife
Police know they need helicopters tryna’ stop us, ’cause I’m yank right
When I move, it’s a choppa scene like the opera
I’ll send a bitch n**** to the doctor
I was tryna stop you, but all that shit you pop make it impossible
Switches have ’em semis spitting like a run-on sentence, it ain’t no comma
If I wasn’t this, then I probably been done sign with DJ Drama
But I’m thuggin’ and I’m shining, fuck with coke, I roll with Gotti
When he met me, I had sixty, all fifties stuffed in my pocket
Before I signed it, me and all my partners, diamond chains and watches
We like mobsters, only difference, we sip syrup with our pasta
Aim is true, he’s clocked in, I watch brethren drop it, then he locked it
Pay him whack his partner, n***** snakes, but I’ma anaconda
I make sure it’s proper, way more with the cut, it ain’t Hydroxy
But I made it momma, couldn’t save you first, you know I’m sorry
This shit hypnotize you, only thing excite me is a body
He be acting cocky like we ain’t shoot at him when he’s with his momma
This a blackout, gave to my lil partner, he flip n*****’ Honda
They recruiting, we done murk they shoota, fucked up they lil roster
I was rocking chronic till I got a book, I’m hooked on phonics
I’m a Fendi scholar, hit it two, three times and it’s still proper
Get that strong white college batch a boxer, Ivan Drago
Did I really leave the streets alone? A rapper, I ain’t decided
Hit yo’ partner top, he squirming, jumping like fishes outta water
I ain’t got advice, just hit the trap and pray you make it out it
I had sleepless nights, can’t let him sneak me twice, I gotta watch ’em
Get in mode, turn off your phone, we finna slide, pop my ‘yoppa
They be wilding till we hit they blocks, and n***** playing possum
N***** bold like we ain’t taking souls and putting ’em with my momma
And don’t pat me at no shows, I got my gun and I get hostile
I’m from Louisville where we wet our blacks and sip raw out the bottle
I don’t care how much he did, he rat, he do not get acknowledged
I’m the same n**** used to play pitch back, tackling with Fat Chris on Redondo
Now I’m twelve floors up, with a thick slut, getting my dick sucked in a condo
(Sucked in a condo, bitch n****, 5500 made man EST Big Gee n****, you hear this shit n****
Real street n**** don’t play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one you n*****)