Unspoken Rizz

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Come on  (come on), come on (come on)
RYTN shit, nigga
Two six, nigga
No motion (no motion)

(You said what?)
Come on (come on)
(Damn Ky! Haha!)

Come on

She asked me what I made today, bitch don't count my pockets
Really hit my fiend with a tester and had him milli rocking
Aye brody who you banking with? We can make some profit
You trying to grab Amiris out of Saks, but they was out of stock

Cause I bought them all, you gotta take a raincheck
Could hit a bitch off of unspoken rizz, how much you want to bet me?
Sad, you couldn't even drop a scat you ridin' in a Hemi
Von just pulled up sideways on the block tryna blow the engine

My niggas really trippin'
$30,000 for that nigga chain, it was only the pendant
You the type to backdoor yo mans, why Ion link with niggas
Thinking with yo dick got you popped by my setup bitch

My niggas really rich
Could walk inside the mall and drag bags out the back entrance
They be showin' love inside Saks, why Ion f*ck with Neimans
Draggin' the Scat up Big Beaver, you hear the motor screamin'

I told the bitch I love her, she asked me do I mean it
I just shook my head at the bitch like what the f*ck you think
She don't even know me, this bitch tryna link
Me and Von back to back Scats, crunchin' up Fenkell

Ever since Von dropped Scat the hoes been going
Two six boys, nigga no motion
Clip long as hell, you see that bitch pokin'
Told my bitch shut up, my other bitch callin' my phone

Find out where you parked the Scat, my niggas get it gone
Talkin' bout his money on the floor my niggas already on it
You in the hood danglin' with your chain on you must don't want it
Why the f*ck you reachin' for your stick like you gon' blow it

Like you gon' blow it, nigga you ain't blowin' shit
Walk inside the set with a roll I'm finna blow some chicken
Her boyfriend keep yappin', bitch control yo nigga
Fire CPN that let me grab twenty phones from Sprint

You know money talk, so why yo mouth runnin'
On yo  block lookin' for yo crib like we house huntin'
You a spot worker, I just sit and count the hunnits
So much dog shit, I done jammed the money counter up

You in the set with twenty-five hunnit, that is not enough
Forty thousand hangin' out my pocket, this shit knotted up
I don't want the bitch if she don't know how to swipe or punch
I ain't goin' in that bitch if I can't bring the Glock inside the club

Poppin' shit, I been poppin', ain't shit stopping
Talkin' bout she ain't know I dropped a Scat, bitch you been watchin'
In the trap mixin' fentanyl together, it got my wrist lockin'
And my phone line bangin' cause the fiends tryna cop

Hit the lights nigga, I just seen the cops
Me and Von in some Scats, gettin' sideways on yo block
Caught him lackin', he was tryna buy a pop
He got popped, then he dropped, then we had to go and get rid of the body nigga

You not a shooter just because you shot somebody nigga
That's not your bitch cause she be fuckin' everybody nigga
I'm outside lookin' for y'all niggas but y'all hidin'
Think you sliding? Whole time I'm right behind you in a striker nigga

With no plate nigga, that's how we get down
.45 hit that nigga whip and flip that bitch around
And when you see me comin', bitch don't make a sound
Aiming at a nigga head piece and watch it hit the ground

(Come on, come on)
Come on (come on)

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