RioTheRager - Rhea Ripley Lyrics

Okay, ride in the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side if miltia ain't with me
I got a ho off the White like she Whitney

I got the juice but you know it aint simply
Cup full of red, man Im bout to get trippy
Don't got no time for no ho, she too friendly
I get that throwin that bitch Rhea Ripley

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, ride in the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side of miltia ain't with me
I got a ho off the White like she Whitney

I got the juice but you know it aint simply
Cup full of red, man I bout to get trippy
Don't got no time for no ho, she too friendly
I get that throwin that bitch Rhea Ripley

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas get mad cause they riding the wave
Big R2E but I'm known for the rage
Turn a new leaf but I'm all in your page

I'm all in your mentions, I'm all in your face
I'm all in her back, I speed up the pace
You know it's a fact, you know I don't fake
I'm getting this cash, man you cannot relate

Wait, where the f*ck is the comparison
Niggas be acting can't hang with the rage, man
Most of these niggas inherited
I had to show all my worth on the stage, man

Choppa gon' hit him then bury him
I had to tell his mom he was a brave man
If it's a problem, I settle it
I let the kettle hit like a parade, man

Touring I met her on the road
Said she this college bitch
F*cked this bitch, I made her touch her toes
She lost her scholarship

Said she getting lonely when she see me
Outside rocking shit
I don't even know her name
I might just have to block the bitch

Okay, ride in the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side, the militia ain't with me
I got a hoe off the white like she Whitney
Cup full of juice, but you know it ain't simply

Cup full of red, man, I'm about to get trippy
Don't got no time for no hoes, she too friendly
I get the throwin that bitch, Rhea Ripley
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, ride in the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side, the militia ain't with me
I got a hoe off the white like she Whitney
I got the juice, but you know it ain't simply

Cup full of red, man, I'm about to get trippy
Don't got no time for no hoes, she too friendly
I get the throw on the bitch, we a Ripley
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

F*ckin' his bitch and it's hurting his pride
I will not fake, you can see in my eyes
If she on my plate, then I'm ordering sides
If she on my plate, then I'm ordering fries

She tryna line, this FN on my lap
See them on the map and pop out like surprise
I cannot fake with but niggas disguised
I got my hand on the game, I'ma aim at a lame

If you diss you get sent to the sky
I get to bustin' inside of a function
Throw sparks in the air like the 4th of July
Nigga ran up on the rage while I'm rockin' the stage

And I promise that you gonna die
Swear if my nigga want take and he
All in your face then he gettin' a piece of the pie
Nigga,

Touring, I met her on the road Said, she this college bitch
F*ck this bitch, I made her touch her toes
She lost her scholarship
Said, she gettin' it lonely when she see me outside rockin' shit

I don't even know her name
I might just have to block the bitch
Okay, ride in the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side if militia ain't with me

I got a hoe off the white like she Whitney
Cup full of juice, but you know it ain't simply
Cup full of red, man, I'm about to get trippy
Don't got no time for no hoe, she too friendly

I get to throwin' that bitch Rhea Ripley
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, ridin' the back of the Bentley
Glock on my side if militia ain't with me

I got a hoe off the white like she Whitney
I got the juice, but you know it ain't simply
Cup full of red, man, I'm about to get trippy
Don't got no time for no hoe, she too friendly

I get to throwin' that bitch Rhea Ripley
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah