Pork Sliders Freestyle - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought

Top up, cause I don’t feel like talking much

Slept on so much they thought I was a mattress

White Allen Ivy, mutherfuck a practice

Rock so much ice, I’m a hat trick

Candy cranberry on the cutlass

Ties black magic

I beg your pardon in an Aston Martin

Candycorned to Neiman Marcus

Before I park it, I spark one

Nah

I just passed your pardon

Matter fact I just crashed my Aston Martin

So I don’t have to park it

You beefing on a Wednesday

I’m a vegetarian

Eating pork sliders on a Sunday

My Muslim homies roll the windows down

So they don’t have to smell the aroma

Peep my persona

I paid for the gas

Shit, I paid for the Jag

Autographed the paper tag

You can have it back

A Uber car, I’m a superstar

I got cocaine on my door jam

Cocaine on my door jam

I just served eight grams in a traffic jam

I’m the chosen one

I roll a blunt and push 4 ounce of smoke into my lungs

'Sace lungs, I’ll point it out

Smoke pouring out my mouth

I’m a fire dragon

Robbing, jeans sagging

I’m Bin Laden

I been had 'em

I been did that

I drive two cars, and both Cadillacs

My feet on the roof