Cup Up RiFF RAFF (Ft. Flatline Nizzy)

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
And I don't even wanna drink yeah, to tell the truth
But every day they're leaving bottles in my dressing room
So who am I to tell them no, I guess I'll turn it up
I pour my liquor, pour my ice and then I stir it up

[Verse 1: Flatline Nizzy]
Uh, yo
I'ma just jump off the coupe
I'ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
I'ma just jump off the coupe
I'ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
I'ma just jump off the coupe
I'ma just ball like Sheryl Swoopes
I'ma just jump off the coupe
I'ma just, I'ma just-
Diamonds, put that on the top
Me, myself and the white Chris Rock
I'ma just Beverly Hills
I'ma just showcase mega skills
I pop a piff in my Fanta
I froze my heart like Alaskan panther
Me pull a bad from Sweden
Release the chain, got me bobbing and weeping
Trying not to catch a cold
My Range Rover, 24-karat rose gold
Watch when you climb in the interview
I'll drop an album in Hong Kong
I'll smoke a blunt in the synagogue
Watch me tip-toe through the pentagon (Damn, real)