Juicy J - Riley lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J] I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly I ain't joking n***a, my name ain't Rickey Smiley Fall up in the club, and we start wilding I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly I ain't joking n***a, my name ain't Rickey Smiley Fall up in the club, and we start wilding [Verse 1: Juicy J] These n***as out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate House full of gangster n***as never renovate You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder Hating on another n***a cause his trap t**ng Oh you mad cause he f**ed your b**h, boy you a ho What the f** do you expect, a ho gone be a ho And your ho is a pro, f** every n***a she know You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go You out here chasing p**y, you should be chasing commas I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down n***as talking loud, 'till I come around (Pussies, what they talking 'bout)... not a sound Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground AK-47, that's my gun walk I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho She got a body on her so I had to let her go I'm bout to start a riot I'm on a money diet I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it He was screaming, crying So I didn't buy it Let the pistol sing to the n***a, like Mariah [Hook]