Rieshy Cup Freestyle by Big Riesh Lyrics
I think I came to party huh
I think I came to party huh
I think I came to party
I think I’m came to get this shit started
I think I got me a callin
I talked to my psychic she said that it’s destined
I’m gonna be ballin
I think I got me a problem
If it ain’t money, honey I’m not hearing you talking
I eat like I’m starving
And if you can’t finish I’ll help you I said I was starving
Can’t fuck with these niggas
Im getting chicken, you’ll never catch me out fishing
And beef ain’t my business
And I hate the pigs cause they keep on killing our brethren’s
Shhhhh rippin these niggas
Got me my chips then I did the dip on these niggas
We with the shits
We are the brown, and only the light gonna switch
Look at my car over there
I’d could be dead dying, I still will back in
Plug got the pack in
I ain’t buying SHIT unless the strain is purely lemon
Lemonade while I’m driving
Im 30 away but I’ll be there in a minute
I love this feeling, a love for feeling
The best, the greatest, a love for winning
Bitch I got it made, it’s a beautiful sight
I’ll do it broad day, fuck a thief in the night
I love you nigga, then cut that dick off
And I won’t feel shit like I am a dike
You like to liked
You wanna be wife
My turn on nigga is the dollar sign
Come on I need commas that come around common, I wanna be common and get fuckin signed
‘You got it like that, bitch you is a lie
If money is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
I gotta sick ass da muhfucka nice
Said gotta sick vag yeah that muhfucka tight
If you can’t swim then fight for your life
If we get it in, get a vest for your life
Dibble in henny and dabble in lemon then fuck on the ceiling the shit that I like
I know it’s a couple bitches that don’t like me
If hates what you feelin stop talking bitch fight me
If you call the cops then they betta indict me
I’ll call my hitta he ask for the pricing
Check on a nigga head like it’s Nike
Check niggas left for dead like he might be
Techs sent to any bitch with a dry P
Shooting shit perfect aim while I’m driving
Pull up on a target quick like what’s poppin
Cops come around nigga I was shopping
I keeps me a baby Nina in my pocket
A bitch wanna step, oh I got that tiger
N press on em bad like we started off rocky
If I get caught my mouth stayin locked G
You’ll be a wack drug dealer saying cop please
Lil wack nigga this is how you knock knees
Come close stay low don’t draw heat
I put a four on a forehead hot fever
And yea I know a couple joes do the work clean
Once you fuck up the bread they get sloppy
Before we fuck oh that head betta top me
I gotta check between your legs to see the sausage
Make sure it got the girth with the right length Gotta have that little curve exponential graphing
A nigga know how to move oh now I’m pleased
My type, my guy, that’s my king
Big rock, bright shine, that’s my ring
Hard thing by my waist that’s my heat
It’ll groom any bitch with some cold feet
If it jam I gotta shank with a long teeth
Facebook 2012 I’m good at poking
Relations with me, keep it low key
Don’t be out there tellin people that you know me
Can’t be signing one man I gotta whole team
And I’m replacing any nigga into hoeing
I need the niggas on my team to only whoa me
I know it sound a little selfish but they owe me
Wait until tonight if ya think ya lonely
Don’t trip, do some work, go clone me
But I should warn you ain’t nothing like the OG
My dealing is they out there, ima go see
You stay home, I’m brave I’ll scope scenes
Don’t worry, I’ll be back before the crow sings
Just worry when I’m back that your phone rings
Cause I gotta couple niggas that’ll phone me
And I ain’t into calling Niggas acting phony
Hoe please
All my sis’s jump, feeling froggy
Ain’t from Philly but feenin for a hoagie
NC livin always reppin coast East
We go to cookouts at 2 in the mawning
Gate life throw yo six and yo threes
Turn up, get drunk, then smoke leaves
Every time I take a shot I’m yelling Kobe
I ate, you ate too, four G’s
Flip that, let’s move up to a Z
Flip that, let’s move up to a P
You can guess the next letter I’ma achieve
I’m just into getting money, I’m a go green
If you miss yo momma cooking, don’t worry
I got something that’ll help that you could eat
And my pussy taste like honey, taste so sweet
I ain't really tryna brag but I’m Big Riesh
What I say, goes, that’s cause I’m the HB
I see you see I’m the head queen
You’s a funny bitch, sweetheart you’re a dead meme
Money talks, it proposed, we getting married
Bitch it walked, now I’m getting carried
Bitch you lost, don’t talk to me pest please!
I think I came to party huh
I think I came to party
I think I’m came to get this shit started
I think I got me a callin
I talked to my psychic she said that it’s destined
I’m gonna be ballin
I think I got me a problem
If it ain’t money, honey I’m not hearing you talking
I eat like I’m starving
And if you can’t finish I’ll help you I said I was starving
Can’t fuck with these niggas
Im getting chicken, you’ll never catch me out fishing
And beef ain’t my business
And I hate the pigs cause they keep on killing our brethren’s
Shhhhh rippin these niggas
Got me my chips then I did the dip on these niggas
We with the shits
We are the brown, and only the light gonna switch
Look at my car over there
I’d could be dead dying, I still will back in
Plug got the pack in
I ain’t buying SHIT unless the strain is purely lemon
Lemonade while I’m driving
Im 30 away but I’ll be there in a minute
I love this feeling, a love for feeling
The best, the greatest, a love for winning
Bitch I got it made, it’s a beautiful sight
I’ll do it broad day, fuck a thief in the night
I love you nigga, then cut that dick off
And I won’t feel shit like I am a dike
You like to liked
You wanna be wife
My turn on nigga is the dollar sign
Come on I need commas that come around common, I wanna be common and get fuckin signed
‘You got it like that, bitch you is a lie
If money is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
I gotta sick ass da muhfucka nice
Said gotta sick vag yeah that muhfucka tight
If you can’t swim then fight for your life
If we get it in, get a vest for your life
Dibble in henny and dabble in lemon then fuck on the ceiling the shit that I like
I know it’s a couple bitches that don’t like me
If hates what you feelin stop talking bitch fight me
If you call the cops then they betta indict me
I’ll call my hitta he ask for the pricing
Check on a nigga head like it’s Nike
Check niggas left for dead like he might be
Techs sent to any bitch with a dry P
Shooting shit perfect aim while I’m driving
Pull up on a target quick like what’s poppin
Cops come around nigga I was shopping
I keeps me a baby Nina in my pocket
A bitch wanna step, oh I got that tiger
N press on em bad like we started off rocky
If I get caught my mouth stayin locked G
You’ll be a wack drug dealer saying cop please
Lil wack nigga this is how you knock knees
Come close stay low don’t draw heat
I put a four on a forehead hot fever
And yea I know a couple joes do the work clean
Once you fuck up the bread they get sloppy
Before we fuck oh that head betta top me
I gotta check between your legs to see the sausage
Make sure it got the girth with the right length Gotta have that little curve exponential graphing
A nigga know how to move oh now I’m pleased
My type, my guy, that’s my king
Big rock, bright shine, that’s my ring
Hard thing by my waist that’s my heat
It’ll groom any bitch with some cold feet
If it jam I gotta shank with a long teeth
Facebook 2012 I’m good at poking
Relations with me, keep it low key
Don’t be out there tellin people that you know me
Can’t be signing one man I gotta whole team
And I’m replacing any nigga into hoeing
I need the niggas on my team to only whoa me
I know it sound a little selfish but they owe me
Wait until tonight if ya think ya lonely
Don’t trip, do some work, go clone me
But I should warn you ain’t nothing like the OG
My dealing is they out there, ima go see
You stay home, I’m brave I’ll scope scenes
Don’t worry, I’ll be back before the crow sings
Just worry when I’m back that your phone rings
Cause I gotta couple niggas that’ll phone me
And I ain’t into calling Niggas acting phony
Hoe please
All my sis’s jump, feeling froggy
Ain’t from Philly but feenin for a hoagie
NC livin always reppin coast East
We go to cookouts at 2 in the mawning
Gate life throw yo six and yo threes
Turn up, get drunk, then smoke leaves
Every time I take a shot I’m yelling Kobe
I ate, you ate too, four G’s
Flip that, let’s move up to a Z
Flip that, let’s move up to a P
You can guess the next letter I’ma achieve
I’m just into getting money, I’m a go green
If you miss yo momma cooking, don’t worry
I got something that’ll help that you could eat
And my pussy taste like honey, taste so sweet
I ain't really tryna brag but I’m Big Riesh
What I say, goes, that’s cause I’m the HB
I see you see I’m the head queen
You’s a funny bitch, sweetheart you’re a dead meme
Money talks, it proposed, we getting married
Bitch it walked, now I’m getting carried
Bitch you lost, don’t talk to me pest please!