Riata Dada Lyrics – EST Gee
Singer: EST Gee
Title: Riata Dada
Ain’t sh#t f#ckin’ with me, I’m nothin’ like these rap n#gg#s
Real street n#gg#, 5500 made man, yeah
I’m the real thing
Yeah, I can’t vouch for them, but they can vouch for me
Legend of Riata Dada, came up sellin’ Hank to weed
I can’t make no opps not just look dead, but I can make ’em bleed
Paper right and I ain’t fightin’, you in a gunfight with a steak knife
Call his lawyer, you need helicopters tryna stop us ’cause I’m gon’ yank, right?
When I move, it’s a chopper scene like the opera, I send a b#tch n#gg# to the doctor
I was tryna stop you, but all that sh#t you pop make it impossible
Guccis on me, semi spit like a run-on sentence, it ain’t no comma
If I wasn’t this, then I probably been done signed with DJ Drama
But I’m thuggin’ and I’m shinin’, f#ck with coke, I roll with Gotti
When he met me, I had sixty, all fifty 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 watched brethen drop it, then he locked it
Pay him whack his partner, n#gg#s snakes, but I’m an anaconda
I make sure that’s proper, way more with the cut, it ain’t Hydroxy’
But I made it, mama
Couldn’t save you first, you know I’m sorry
This sh#t hypnotized me
Only thing excite me is a body
He be acting cocky like we ain’t shoot at him when he’s with his mama
This a blackout, give you to my lil’ partner, he flip n#gg#s’ Honda
n#gg# coolin’, we done mucked they shooter, f#cked up they lil’ roster
I was nappin’ chronic ’til 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, call this batch a boxer, Ivan Drago
Did I really leave the streets alone to rap? I ain’t decided
Hit your partner top, he squirmin’ just 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 ’em sneak me twice, I gotta watch ’em
Get a move, turn off your phone, we finna slide, pop my yopper
They be wildin’ ’til we hit they blocks, then n#gg#s playin’ possum
n#gg#s bold like we ain’t takin’ souls and puttin’ ’em with my mama
And don’t pat me at no shows, I got my gun and I get hot there
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#gg# used to play pitch back, talkin’ with Fat Chris on Redondo
Now I’m twelve floors up with a thick sl#t getting my dick sucked in a condo
Dick sucked in a condo, b#tch n#gg#
5500 made man
EST, Big Gee, n#gg#
You hear this sh#t, n#gg#
Real street n#gg#, you know
Play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one of you n#gg#s
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