Riddle Me This – SBY Turner Lyrics
You know you ain't in for a twist
You ain't in for a kick
Ayy, riddle me this, are you a friend of a friend?
'Cause I got a lot of time and a bottle of gin
I know you heard a lot of stories about how I commence
All these ludicrous actions all the shit that I spin
How I start a lot of drama off the fuel that I spit
Like I'm tryna light a fire with the ashes of kids
Like I'm tryna steal your car to put my matches in it
Like how I walk out of the bar with forty tabs on a friend
So riddle me this, been to the spittle' my friend?
'Cause it's a nightmare in the day with plenty blood and some sin
Have I told you 'bout my family and the shit that we did?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was high as a kid
Taking mushrooms in the pool with plenty juvient friends
I was out to get the Percocet and split off the mid
Taking powder up the nossy, getting nausy' with friends
Get it off me, let it stop, please let the nausea end
I was fourteen on a bender, wit' not a fender to bend
Out in parks, hopping cars with amphetamine twists
We was staying up for days just to chase the next hit
I still remember all the talks in your auntie's basement
Telling what we do when our tracks are takin'
Off and blazing, so jaded
Is that the way that we feel when we sit in the mirror
And just wonder what we'd do if you saw that we made it?
So riddle me this, you sure you in for a twist?
Cause I got a few rhymes and a bottle acid
I hear you worried 'bout the times I was driving you sick
Make you crazy off the way he out to gobble a fifth
Is it the way he always say he out to fondle a blick?
Said there ain't too many names who can match what I spit
So I chop 'em up like liver coming off of a pig
'Cause there ain't too much to say when I just stand on my kicks
You riddle me, I'll leave you dazed and kick some sand on your kicks
You getting up in my face, I get you faced in the mix
It get me crazy as shit when he just say he the shit
But either way, he ain't shit, 'cept a fake and a bitch
That's why he always stay around when SBY in the mix
And your crew be looking wild with the why's and the when's
While I be staying super vile saying byes from the Benz
Ay riddle me this, you sure you in for a kick?
'Cause they been saying that I'm crazy, I ain't taking they shit
Always saying that they made me 'cause they posted me once
You ain't stranger than the stuff that I roll up in my blunts
Keep on playing, I ah shrink you, leave you smaller than Runtz
Keep on rowing, I'ma sink you, cook you up for my lunch
I'm a shark in the water coming after your blood
Got a sharp set of tools that been making me lunge
While you been hating on me, I'm just making 'em see
I ain't as bad as you say or you making it seem
Is it the way that he comes and he's making a scene?
Is it the way that he runs while they hating on T?
Is it the way that he grunts when he walks in the room?
Is it the way that he comes knowing there'll be doom?
Is it the way that I say I'm the one with the crew?
Either way, I'm the one who be making it soon
AY riddle me this, are you a friend of a friend?
'Cause I got a lot of time and a bottle of gin
I know you heard a lot of stories about how I commence
All these ludicrous actions all the fuel that I spit
Ayy, riddle me this, are you a friend of a friend?
'Cause I got a lot of time and a bottle of gin
I know you heard a lot of stories about how I commence
All these ludicrous actions all the shit that I spin
How I start a lot of drama off the fuel that I spit
Like I'm tryna light a fire with the ashes of kids
Like I'm tryna steal your car to put my matches in it
Like how I walk out of the bar with forty tabs on a friend
So riddle me this, been to the spittle' my friend?
'Cause it's a nightmare in the day with plenty blood and some sin
Have I told you 'bout my family and the shit that we did?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was high as a kid
Taking mushrooms in the pool with plenty juvient friends
I was out to get the Percocet and split off the mid
Taking powder up the nossy, getting nausy' with friends
Get it off me, let it stop, please let the nausea end
I was fourteen on a bender, wit' not a fender to bend
Out in parks, hopping cars with amphetamine twists
We was staying up for days just to chase the next hit
I still remember all the talks in your auntie's basement
Telling what we do when our tracks are takin'
Off and blazing, so jaded
Is that the way that we feel when we sit in the mirror
And just wonder what we'd do if you saw that we made it?
So riddle me this, you sure you in for a twist
Cause I got a few rhymes and a bottle acid
I hear you worried 'bout the times I was driving you sick
Make you crazy off the way he out to gobble a fifth
Is it the way he always say he out to fondle a blick?
Said there ain't too many names who can match what I spit
So I chop 'em up like liver coming off of a pig
'Cause there ain't too much to say when I just stand on my kicks
You riddle me, I'll leave you dazed and kick some sand on your kicks
You getting up in my face, I get you faced in the mix
It get me crazy as shit when he just say he the shit
But either way, he ain't shit, 'cept a fake and a bitch
That's why he always stay around when SBY in the mix
And your crew be looking wild with the why's and the when's
While I be staying super vile saying byes from the Benz
In My Head — Riddle Me This de SBY Turner; compositor James Turner; lançado em July 9, 2026.






















