Unspoken Rizz

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)