Riley lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] (x2)

I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley

Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly

I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley

Fall up in the club, and we start wilding

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

These niggas out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack

Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap

Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate

House full of gangster niggas never renovate

You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder

Hating on another nigga cause his trap twerking

Oh you mad cause he fucked your bitch, boy you a ho

What the fuck do you expect, a ho gone be a ho

And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know

You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go

You out here chasing pussy, you should be chasing commas

I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down

Niggas talking loud, 'till I come around

(Pussies, what they talking 'bout)...not a sound

Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground

AK-47, that's my gun walk

I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk

I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho

She got a body on her so I had to let her go

I'm bout to start a riot

I'm on a money diet

I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it

He was screaming, crying

So I didn't buy it

Let the pistol sing to the nigga, like Mariah

[Hook]

• Artist:Juicy J
• Album:Blue Dream & Lean (2011)