Riddle

[Chorus]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could you pull up make that shit clap
Cute lil bitch, my kids on her back
Popstar shit collecting the bag yuh
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could you pull up make that shit clap
Cute lil bitch, my kids on her back
Popstar shit collecting the bag yuh

[Verse 1]
Watch the glass smash off the tarmac, leave em toe tagged
Gas pack, choppa kick back with drum mag
Riddle em with rounds, we gone leave 'em in a body bag
Fiddlin' around, this dick giving her a heart attack
Bitch an enigma, flow cold like the winter
Party all night, going hard with no mixer
No caption, drunk sex, livin' fast with no filter
Don't expеct no text you're getting blockеd on Twitter

[Chorus]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could you pull up make that shit clap
Cute lil bitch, my kids on her back
Popstar shit collecting the bag yuh

[Verse 2]
I cause anarchy and felonies and battery
Eyes on my salary, raps made in a factory
You pressing me, it's hella peak
She stressing me, I'm finna leave
I am not your type, believe you're barkin up the wrong tree
Tryin' not to bite, believe you're lookin' for a nose bleed
Back the fuck up, you're getting way too fucking nosey
Kamikaze you're ma's house, like my name was Lil Mosey bitch

[Chorus]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could you pull up make that shit clap
Cute lil bitch, my kids on her back
Popstar shit collecting the bag yuh
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could you pull up make that shit clap
Cute lil bitch, my kids on her back
Popstar shit collecting the bag yuh