EASE Lyrics – Li Rye

Read the full EASE lyrics by Li Rye along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Li Rye’s music, you can also explore Body and School, two other songs by Li Rye.

[Chorus]
N!ggas better (??) if they know they ain’t do, that s*it be throwing me off
In name my brother, I’ma give lil’ bruh a cutter and make him blow up your house
He hit the Drac’, I watched him stutter, this ain’t no word of mouth, I seen it
Addicted to homicide, my n!ggas slide, catching B’s like they fiends
Fu*ked up, my n!gga died, he went out squeezing
Dissing, but don’t get even
We step on s*it every season
Don’t mention, let something bleeding
Riding ’round clutching a fully, I’m itching to pull it, talk ’bout bodies, b!tch, we got plenty
Most these n!ggas pu*sy, diss on the net, then call like, “I ain’t mean it”

[Verse]
Brand new stick, I hit s*it from a distance, no 2K, I’m

[greasing?]
From out the cut, them young n!ggas come rip s*it, leave your family grieving
You talk your s*it, but, pu*sy, watch your tongue when you speak to a demon
Gang gon’ run down fu*k s*it, leave you chalked, b!tch, I run with some hitters
This switch my god, hope you believe it
N!ggas b!tches out here switching teams
Your boy said he was gangster (??) his whole life make-believe

[Refrain]
This new G5’ll clean your face up like some Maybelline
ARP (??), uh-uh and make it hard to breathe
I got some n!ggas fighting cases I can’t wait to see
I got some opps don’t come outside ’cause we chase s*it with ease

[Chorus]
N!ggas better (??) if they know they ain’t do, that s*it be throwing me off
In name my brother, I’ma give lil’ bruh a cutter and make him blow up your house
He hit the Drac’, I watched him stutter, this ain’t no word of mouth, I seen it
Addicted to homicide, my n!ggas slide, catching B’s like they fiends
Fu*ked up, my n!gga died, he went out squeezing
Dissing, but don’t get even
We step on s*it every season
Don’t mention, let something bleeding

Riding ’round clutching a fully, I’m itching to pull it, talk ’bout bodies, b!tch, we got plenty
Most these n!ggas pu*sy, diss on the net, then call like, “I ain’t mean it”

[Refrain]
This new G5’ll clean your face up like some Maybelline
ARP (??), uh-uh and make it hard to breathe
I got some n!ggas fighting cases I can’t wait to see
I got some opps don’t come outside ’cause we chase s*it with ease