Riff-Raff Cuz My Gear song lyrics

Bang

Bang bang

She just really jock me cause my gear

She just really want me for my ear

She just really like me for my watch

She just really like me for my car

Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist

Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc

Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta

Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta

Adversaries call me on my Blackberry

Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry

On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone

She thought it was a cat phone

Now I'm on my bat phone

Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")

Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")

Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe

Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux

That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")

Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squal (nah!)

Well listen baby, I'm a keep it real

You know you ain't got shit, come in here

Butter blunt of kush in the air

And I won't feed you lies to your ears

Cause niggas better calm down before they hear

A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")

I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here

Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")

Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin

And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!