Rizz God Freestyle

Yeah…

We ain't talkin’ game — we playin it.

Mr. Ski in the building. Rizz God, no cap.

Let’s go.

They call me Rizz God, whisper in her soul

Said two words, now she losin’ control

I ain’t even try — that’s the scary part

I just blinked twice, now she sendin’ me art

Voice like velvet, fit like sins

She said “Where you from?” I said “Depends”

On the mood, on the moon, on the shoes I’m in

I slide different — call it gentlemen’s spin

I don’t simp, I invest

I don’t beg, I bless

She said “Who taught you that?”

I said “Loneliness and stress”

Big rizz, small talk — never mix

She said “I don’t fall fast,” now she in the mix

Told me she got walls, I brought tools

Now she textin’ back with “hey” and three oohs

I’m not toxic, I’m intuitive

I’m not clingy, I’m exclusive

That’s a flex and a warning

They get attached, then I ghost by morning

Don’t need lines, I deliver tone

My silence get replies like a mobile phone

You got pick-up lines? That’s mid

I got rizz that’ll make her raise a kid

Eyebrow raise, smirk unlocked

I don’t chase, I forecast stocks

Body count low, but charisma up

I pull hearts, not just bodies, bruh

[Rizz God... one blink, whole vibe shift...]

[You still on openers — I’m past the pitch.]

Freestyle done, no chorus, just heat

Left my name in her mind on repeat

Mr. Ski — smooth, certified

Put “Rizz” on my grave, I’m that guy.