"Riley (FAAAHHH Remix)" lyrics

You nigga'll tell, you steal
(Fah) this nigga a ratchet

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

These nigga out here snitchin', they with the rat pack (fah)
Hit 'em with the choppa, that's the rat trap (fah)
Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate (fah)
House full of gangsta nigga, never renovate (fah)
You snitchin', you deserve to die, bloody murder
Hatin' on another nigga 'cause his trap workin' (they hatin')
Oh, you mad 'cause he fucked your bitch? Boy, you a ho ('cause you know it)
What the fuck do you expect? A ho gon' be a ho (bend over)
And your ho was a pro, fuck every nigga she know (yeah)
You love her dirty drawers, so you can't let her go (what?)
You out here chasin' pussy (what?)
You should be chasin' commas (what?)
I'll cut your fingers off (what?) And mail 'em to your momma (oh)

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (hell naw)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

By now, that clip is guaranteed to knock you down (fah)
Nigga talkin' loud (pussy), 'till I come around (fah)
(Pussy, what they talkin' bout?)
Not a sound (fah)
Thought he was livin' life, 'till he met the ground (fah)
AK-47, that's my gun walk (you know it)
I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk (no, sir)
I'm in love with this Nina, can't you see it, ho? (Can't you see?)
She got a body on her, so I had to let her go (she gone)
I'm 'bout to start a riot, I'm on a money diet
I'm from the Mafia, ho, so I wouldn't try it (yup)
He was screamin', cryin', so I didn't buy it (yup)
Let the pistol sing to the nigga, like Mariah

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (naw)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

I keep a lot of heat (heat), like Pat Riley
Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
I ain't jokin, nigga (nope), my name ain't Rickey Smiley (hell naw)
Fall up in the club and we start wildin'

(Fah) fall up in the club and we start wildin'
(Fah) fall up in the club and we start wildin'
(Fah) fall up in the club and we start wildin'
(Fah) fall up in the club and we start wildin' (fah)
(Wildin', wildin', wildin', wildin', wildin'...)