R2D2 - Nyla Symone, SWAVAY, Ben Reilly, Wynne, MARCO PLUS, Niko Brim, JordanxBell, Reuben Vincent, Kai Ca$h, Honor Roll & Chris Patrick: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Nyla Symone, SWAVAY, Ben Reilly, Wynne, MARCO PLUS, Niko Brim, JordanxBell, Reuben Vincent, Kai Ca$h, Honor Roll & Chris Patrick

R2D2

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Hip-Hop/Rap

R2D2 was released on June 26, 2026 by Certified Vibe & Generation Now as a part of the album R2D2 - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nyla Symone

Performer

SWAVAY

Performer

Ben Reilly

Performer

Wynne

Performer

MARCO PLUS

Performer

Niko Brim

Performer

JordanxBell

Performer

Reuben Vincent

Performer

Kai Ca$h

Performer

Honor Roll

Performer

Christin Lee Patrick Jr.

Christin Lee Patrick Jr.

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Niko Brim

Lyrics

JordanxBell

Lyrics

Reuben Vincent

Lyrics

Kasien Sandy

Lyrics

Nahree Nazheir Wages

Nahree Nazheir Wages

Lyrics

Christin Lee Patrick Jr.

Christin Lee Patrick Jr.

Lyrics

Demarcus Pollard

Demarcus Pollard

Lyrics

Andre Jones

Lyrics, Composer

Sina Holwerda

Lyrics

Lyrics

Hoodrich!

Young Nyla

Yeah, I'm up ten, I'm up t-, I'm up ten, ten

I'm up ten points on the (I love you, Billy!)

Yeah

I'm up ten points on the board, pussy ****, check the score

I don't even want that bitch

****, don't trip, ****, just check the whore

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

Pray to God one of these pussy **** try me, ****

Twenty-nine on my piece, **** (True)

Nineteen on my feet, **** (True)

Send the whole budget for a feat', ****

911 my key, **** (True)

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

And I'm ready to die again, and I'm ready to die again

To the hating hoes in the back, what's good?

Think some of y'all gotta touch wood

It's about to get ugly, don't look

And I brought my dogs with me, Elle Woods

Okay, look at me, sister, I'm serious

We been grinding since the cafeterias

Might crash out the way that I'm steering this

I do what they do on my period

I smell like Margiela and Marco's weed

I'm tryna fuck Billy, y'all cut this shit

I'm a real Barbie like Margot, bitch

I don't give a fuck ‘bout a target reach

Portland shit, ho, gimme that check

I'm bout to put Phil Knight on my chain

Bling bling, walk out the flame

New era here, get the fuck out the lane

All of my hoes do yoga, roll doja

Come back home once they making they quota

Beat the block, then for daddy, they open up

Give 'em kids like they back is a stroller

I’m a YN, some days, I am Yoda

We all gotta die, but today, load the pole up

I like my bitches with wagons, not motors

Like pardon my Za', it got terrible odor

Pardon my blick, looking over my shoulder

I hardly be home, too much guap on the road

Me and wifey in Cape Town at strip club

Like why would you think I give a fuck 'bout a hoe?

Baby I came from Liberia

But look, my diamonds came out of Sierra Leone

Don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm ready for war

You ready to ride, I'm ready to, ready to

I'm up ten points on the board, pussy ****, check the score

I don't even want that bitch

****, don't trip, ****, just check the whore

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

Pray to God one of these pussy **** try me, ****

Twenty-nine on my piece, **** (True)

Nineteen on my feet, **** (True)

Send the whole budget for a feat', ****

911 my key, **** (True)

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

And I'm ready to die again, and I'm ready to die again

Story time, story time, story time, story time

Bih wanna talk 'bout a story time

Fuck it, I might cross the borderline

Fuck it, I'm tryna go to war this time

Fuck it, I'm upping the score this time

Fuck it, I'm uppin it

You know me, I'm always on some other shit

I lose one and I go get another bih

Scrape the Daytons, I'm riding in a Cullinan

State to state, I know pilots by government

Overweight, I like mine with some gelatin

I'm a product of snipers and hustlers

Everything on me shiny, the belt is a Simon

My B.B.'ll hit ya, a uppercut

No tzatziki, I’m dipped in some other stuff, for real

For real, for real, for real, for real

These **** ain't popping for real

Denzel, you an actor for real

Came in a coffin, she want me to kill

No ring on my hand, ain't sign me no deal

She know I'ma fuck if she ask me to chill

My piss too dirty, I'm poppin like pills, I'm

I'm up ten points on the board, pussy ****, check the score

I don't even want that bitch

****, don't trip, ****, just check the whore

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

Pray to God one of these pussy **** try me, ****

Twenty-nine on my piece, **** (True)

Nineteen on my feet, **** (True)

Send the whole budget for a feat', ****

911 my key, **** (True)

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

And I'm ready to die again, and I'm ready to die again

I do not give a fuck

**** pussy, I'm bleeding 'em out 'til they run out of blood

Stick in the pants like Chris Pat' was a stud

If stretch marks is missing, lil shorty a dub

Lot of folk think I look like DDG

So I might as well swipe up on India Love

Five thousand in ones make em strip in the club

Five thousand in ones make that fine shit wan dance

On the cam, catching whines like I’m Chance

In her ear, talking crazy like Lance

Make a bi shorty straight off the aura

Smack Kehlani if i get the chance

My Kalani look just like Kimora

Bought her everything off the advance

Bought her everything off the advance

Bought her everything off the—

I'm ready to die again, I don’t give a fuck 'bout a friend

I don’t give a fuck 'bout Ben, I don’t give a fuck 'bout them

Address me as Nahree too

Just send the address if you try me too

It ain’t no telling what I'll prolly do

They'll blackball me like Kyrie too

One black, one white, one Chinese too

I like her as long as she human

That **** a cube, a Rubix's

I prolly might pull up with Reuben

Can give a fuck bout ya family

Can give a fuck bout ya budget

Can give a fuck bout ya—, he DM again, I’m—

I keep me a stick right under my arm

I promise I'm not talking crutches

You barely been having a leg stand on

Get off of them crutches

Straight out the South, yeah, you know how we rock

I’m on the Nat with a pole on the Glock

I’m tryna ball, tell em throw me the rock

I remember I used to post on the block

All I really want is the money

These **** be lazy as hell, is you focused or not?

I cannot go out sad

Paranoid as a bitch, yeah, I see through a hoe **** plot

Young **** goin Balenci the runners

Margiela the jeans, yeah, the denim expensive

Young **** ran up a check, I been feeling obnoxious

Forgive me, I'm getting pretentious

These **** mad as a fuck 'cause we running the game

And we hitting these lil **** bitches

I'm tryna win, no, we can't never lose

I might knock that boy off, we can't split the decision

I'm up ten points on the board, pussy ****, check the score

I don't even want that bitch

****, don't trip, ****, just check the whore

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

Pray to God one of these pussy **** try me, ****

Twenty-nine on my piece, **** (True)

Nineteen on my feet, **** (True)

Send the whole budget for a feat', ****

911 my key, **** (True)

I done died twenty times just this week, ****

And I'm ready to die again, and I'm ready to die again

Written by: Andre Jones, Christin Lee Patrick Jr., Demarcus Pollard, Jordan Bell, Kasien Sandy, Nahree Nazheir Wages, Niko Brim, Reuben Vincent, Sina Holwerda

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