Introducing The Icon - Riff Raff

Yeah, no wedding shoes

What the fuck a wife do?

No wedding shoes

Yeah, no wedding shoes

What the fuck a wife do?

No wedding shoes

Who you?

Who come through doing kung-fu

Jiujitsu, eating kung pow in the thunder storm, tornado sized symbol on my

Guess jeans

You on the guest list

You wanna French kiss?

I gotta double check your French tips

Hygiene clean, you Jean dream, I dream, I dream shake like Hakeem Olajuwon

Diplo tripping, talking 'bout, «You gotta focus on the lyrics in your songs,

a lot is riding on this album»

Man, fuck that give me pizza chain on medallion

Candy-gray Maybach

Her ass stay flat

«You really shouldn’t say that»

Man, its RiFF RAFF, thirty K or better when I touch stage

Girl, I crush the stage, rich kids bum-rush the stage

Broke ones get rich too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new friends too, remove tattoos

I rock turtleneck and it’s see-through

Yeah, it’s a clear turtleneck (Clear color)

Come and check, Versace Glock in my glove box

Make sure that I got a custom-built house with the waterslide from the top

floor to the living room Jacuzzi

Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy, big booty

You can be eighteen with some soft hands

Aw, shit, look who it is, it’s the Gucci Mane with the spray tan

Wait, let’s go back to the part near the start when you was talking 'bout the

cleanliness underneath the fingernails

Thirty bad bitches?

That’s an epic fail, can’t do that

Who’s that?

Who’s who?

I can ball at the mall, shoot hoops too

Whole crew rockin' suits made by Bruce Bruce

And my wood wheel is a blue spruce (It's a blue spruce)

Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?

Yeah

She had a vibe I could vibe with, but while we was flyin'

I had to go sit by the pilot 'cause she smelled like Rikers Island

Straight mack, straight stiff arm, where the mayor at?

Can I get some real promotion?

Man, where the fuck my label at?

It’s RiFF RAFF, hit a couple lines of rice

'Cause I’m trying to get my six-pack back

Used to move packs at your preschool, no common sense

But I don’t sit on the bench, rap game Johnny Bench

With my fists clenched

Waiting on my chance to ball

Waiting on you to fall off softly

Used to move ounces through my counselor’s office

Eight ball in my back pocket, but I do not play pool

Play by the pool, ten tan babes drool while I lay by the—

Ooh man, just working on my skin tone

What the fuck you expect from the butterscotch boss?

When I floss, rap game Randy Moss

In the cotton candy Buick sittin' on Brazilian gloss, RiFF

Hope you ready for that NEON iCON, it just dropped right now

Came through in the Benz bright brown