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Riff Raff
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UK Hip-Hop
Riff Raff was released on July 3, 2026 by Parlay Records as a part of the album M.U.S.A
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AlbumM.U.S.A
Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelParlay Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Class
A Class
Keyboards
JGRAND365
JGRAND365
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JGRAND365
JGRAND365
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Class
A Class
Producer

Lyrics

I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds at your sisters.
I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds at your sister's in the studio.
I'm smoking more weed than Sizzler.
They can't maintain.
They ran out of cash before Rizla.
I just made twenty two grand off one picture. I'm outside.
If we're here, you got it. We gon get your weed house.
We gon ring the leccy like a Tesla ot nearly killed the cat off one Tesla codeine.
I'm filling up my cup with some extra.
How come it's **** that do nothing.
That one extra thirty bag bell, the plugs tryna give me more pounds.
Pissed I can't step with the specs. I need more rounds. Rambo in my Montclair pocket.
When I walk round with them little **** in the south that they talk bout.
And all I gotta do is point. And Brogan chalk it out. Big Alice in the court, I tick it off that quarter mile.
This rubber makes the phone ring. Louis on my clothing.
I was sixteen when I stuck him for a whole thing.
I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds at your sister's. \
I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds of your sisters.
If you wonder why everybody's calling me grams, it's cause I licked it in the latex.
That's rubbery hands.
Now I got a duffle bag full of bands.
I said I stopped drinking lean. I got this cup in my hand.
Remember going o t?
I used to pack me a bag.
But now these Cali smells sweeter than PAC blocks full of fence sitters that don't say where they stand.
But these four for long will let you lay where you stand.
I don't trap with my stick, but I stay with my shank.
I never had it that day. But when I hopped out it ran.
No license on license. Still pushing a lamb.
 I put packs in the air and I just pray that they land.
I know these static slabs looking like they came with a tan.
I put lean in my cup until I'm looking.
Japan got this rubber.
Makes the phone ring.
 Louis on my clothing.
I was sixteen when I stuck in for a whole thing.
I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds at your sister's.
I come from a block where they call us riff raff.
Still looking pretty chicks just to bring these bricks back.
Made fifty after eighty.
I don't fuck with giffgaff real weed, man.
I probably landed pounds at your sister's.
Written by: JGRAND365
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