Riot J.I the Prince of N.Y

[Intro]
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, ooh-woah

[Chorus]
I'ma fuck around and start a riot (Oh)
Fuck them niggas who don't like it
Told that bitch she gon' have to keep it private (Oh)
Two-hundred thousand on the private
I don't know what they want from me
Niggas should know not to fuck with me, oh-oh
You know what's up with me
I could walk around in your hood comfortably, oh-oh

[Verse]
I'm not with no fuckery
Wanna put me in the grave, I feel like a slave, they don't got no love for me
I heard niggas in my hood feel some type of way they, thinking 'bout touching me
I treat these niggas like grass, put food on the trap, let all of 'em come to me
She let me fuck from the back, she make that shit clap, I love it whеn she run from me
I tried to picturе you like you smart
I fill up the clip, and she pick whoever she like
Couple killers in the cut, let 'em hold a grip, they pick whoever they like
I'll let you pick out your casket, nigga
Hundred thousand in stash, don't know who I am then you better ask a nigga
'Cause shit can get nasty, nigga
Hundred racks in my jeans, I got a reason to sag, y'all niggas just stirrin' the pot
Word on the street, they put your dawg in a bag and y'all niggas still on the block
Better invest in a chop'
'Cause you could be next to get shot (Oh-oh)
Fuck around, go to war with the cops, ain't tryna get killed on the spot