RIVERSIDE lyrics

by

Duke Deuce


[Intro: Glockianna]
f*ck a n*gga talking, you hear? And I'm on that, been on that
Whole lotta Triple M sh*t, Miss Made Mafia, the biggest f*cking Glock herself
Riverside, homicide
Pop yo' sh*t, Glock

[Verse: Glockianna]
Why n*ggas thinking sh*t funny?
I tell that lil' ho that I'm on it, b*tch, give me my money
n*ggas be pus*y, no kitty
Ho, welcome to Memphis where n*ggas be crying like b*tches
Keep it a hunnid, I'm stunnin'
Only fifteen with a pocket, b*tch, full of them hundreds
Talking my sh*t 'cause I'm honest
Been pimpin' n*ggas and b*tches, that sh*t from my uncle
G-L-O-C-K-I-A-N-N-A, ho, you know my name
I only talk sh*t to these n*ggas, that boy kinda stupid if he think I'm falling for game
Tryna put dirt on my fame
b*tches be wanting fake problems, I stay in my lane
The f*ck, is you pressed by a chain?
I know I'ma get it, so take that sh*t outta your brain
Why these n*ggas be talking?
I stick to myself 'cause I'm quick to go bopping
If she play, ain't no stomping
I'm poppin' my sh*t 'cause I got many options
I'm coming like Anna
Do a ho wanna play? Hit her ass with this stunna
And he don't wanna problem
He stay in his place 'cause he know I'll rob him
[Chorus: Glockianna]
f*ck you, b*tch (Yeah), I'm from Riverside, ho (Yeah)
And I stamp that sh*t (Yeah), pulling homicides, ho (Yeah)
f*ck you, b*tch (Yeah), I'm from Riverside, ho (Yeah)
And I stamp that sh*t (Yeah), pulling homicides, ho (Yeah)
f*ck you (f*ck you, yeah)
Fu-fu-fu-fu-f*ck (Yeah) you, b*tch (Yeah), I'm from Riverside, ho (Yeah)
f*ck you (f*ck you, yeah)
Fu-fu-fu-fu-f*ck you (Yeah), b*tch, I'm from Riverside, ho (Yeah)
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