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Riata Dada
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Riata Dada was released on July 21, 2021 by CMG/Warlike/Interscope Records as a part of the album Bigger Than Life Or Death
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Release DateJuly 21, 2021
LabelCMG/Warlike/Interscope Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Akachi
Akachi
Programming
Southside
Southside
Programming
TM88
TM88
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Hunter Addison Brown
Hunter Addison Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akachi
Akachi
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Kyle MacCaughtry
Kyle MacCaughtry
Recording Engineer
D. Cannon
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I can't vouch for them, but they can vouch for me
Legend of Riata Dada came up selling hank and weed
I can't make no opps not diss Lil Dead, but I can make 'em bleed
Paper right and I ain't fighting, you in a gun fight with a steak knife
Police know they need helicopters tryna' stop us, 'cause I'm yank right
When I move, it's a choppa scene like the opera
I'll send a bitch **** to the doctor
[Verse 2]
I was tryna stop you, but all that shit you pop make it impossible
Switches have 'em semis spitting like a run-on sentence, it ain't no comma
If I wasn't this, then I probably been done sign with DJ Drama
But I'm thuggin' and I'm shining, fuck with coke, I roll with Gotti
When he met me, I had sixty, all fifties stuffed in my pocket
Before I signed it, me and all my partners, diamond chains and watches
We like mobsters, only difference, we sip syrup with our pasta
Aim is true, he's clocked in, I watch brethren drop it, then he locked it
[Verse 3]
Pay him whack his partner, **** snakes, but I'ma anaconda
I make sure it's proper, way more with the cut, it ain't Hydroxy
But I made it momma, couldn't save you first, you know I'm sorry
This shit hypnotize you, only thing excite me is a body
[Verse 4]
He be acting cocky like we ain't shoot at him when he's with his momma
This a blackout, gave to my lil partner, he flip ****' Honda
They recruiting, we done murk they shoota, fucked up they lil roster
I was rocking chronic till I got a book, I'm hooked on phonics
I'm a Fendi scholar, hit it two, three times and it's still proper
Get that strong white college batch a boxer, Ivan Drago
Did I really leave the streets alone? A rapper, I ain't decided
Hit yo' partner top, he squirming, jumping like fishes outta water
I ain't got advice, just hit the trap and pray you make it out it
I had sleepless nights, can't let him sneak me twice, I gotta watch 'em
Get in mode, turn off your phone, we finna slide, pop my 'yoppa
They be wilding till we hit they blocks, and **** playing possum
**** bold like we ain't taking souls and putting 'em with my momma
And don't pat me at no shows, I got my gun and I get hostile
I'm from Louisville where we wet our blacks and sip raw out the bottle
I don't care how much he did, he rat, he do not get acknowledged
I'm the same **** used to play pitch back, tackling with Fat Chris on Redondo
Now I'm twelve floors up, with a thick slut, getting my dick sucked in a condo
[Outro]
(Sucked in a condo, bitch ****, 5500 made man EST Big Gee ****, you hear this shit ****
Real street **** don't play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one you ****)
Written by: Bryan Lamar Simmons, George Stone III, Hunter Brown, Joshua Luellen
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