Raider Klan Fuck What They Say lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse: Rell]
Its trill shit
Bet a nigga won't come to test the clique, got to peep the script
Slip, runaway hitters, they awful fucking with me
I gotta get the dollars scrilla, get put in trauma deliver
A nigga momma to host away, we ain't solving the terror
Feeling sort of a youngin', to hustle I'm run-and-gunning
Fearing a nigga punish, which one of you ho's want it
None of my homies stumbling, rumble, we get to tumbling
Busta you don't want none of this, BRK and we run this shit

[Verse 2: Nell]
This shit on my race, I represent for the slaves
That ain't living to this day
We saving their face, coming for the tape nigga
And a mini-quake, shaking these niggas in place
Bitch I'm on a ace
Nigga done played on a stage, fuck him if he ain't bucking with the game
My niggas ride, the chevy collide, if these niggas high, then show them the lighters

[Hook x3: Amber London]
Fuck what they saying
You see my niggas ain't playing
You know we ride, don't give a fuck
.45, niggas duck
Don't try to hide or you'll get touched
2.7.5 or get clutched
So throw them fingers up like what, don't give a fuck

[Verse 3: Key Nyata]
In this dark black world, all my money match my bitches

Bitch it's Black Money World if you ain't get my last sentence
The story it has been written, ya'll second like Scottie Pippen
I'm trying to get cash like the land lord with tenants
The world is my sentence
I'm living in this prison
Trapped inside the world, that don't mind if I'm living
Blow herb just to rid it, but I just can't forget it
I'm married to the game cause she treat a nigga splendid
Lord is my witness, my fam finna' win bitch
BRK, and we started, we gon' end it

[Verse 4: Yung Simmie]
Competition is nothing, I got to get it
I'ma win it, jumping in like fuck it I'm going swimming
My niggas is dressed in linen, and we 'bout it, it ain't no game
We swerving, it ain't no lanes
I must remain the same
Going hard bringing the pain
Let me remain dry, as I walk through the rain
When the kush hit my brain, bet I'm going insane
I told you, fly past your bitch like Goku
Smoking blunts, I don't know you
You couldn't tell me how to tie my own shoes, make my own rules
Look through my microscope in small dues, so get big
Man I be focuses, all black low-key loccin'
Flow wavy now I feel like I'm surfing
Man I go deep, it won't come to the surface
Where other niggas getting clowned belong in a circus
(bow, 2.7.5)