In June, A$AP Rocky stirred up rumors that he and Rihanna, who is currently expecting his second child, could be married when he called her his “wife” on stage in Cannes, France. Now, Rocky is adding more fuel to the secret marriage talk with the release of his track “Riot.” Lyrically, Rocky seems to sing about Rihanna, his “baby mama” who he also calls his wife in the first verse.
He raps, “My wife is erotic, I’m smokin’ exotic (Woo, woo) / My whip is exotic, my crib is a cottage (Woo, woo, woo)” and in the second verse, he teased potential new music with her: “New collab’ with my baby mom (Woo, woo, woo).” He also name drops her in the song, saying, “Pass on a sweetie, I got me a RiRi.”
Neither Rocky nor Rihanna have confirmed if they’re married or even engaged.
Rocky did speak to GQ in May 2021 about knowing Rihanna is his person though. Dating her is far better than playing the field: “So much better,” Rocky said. “So much better when you got the One. She amounts to probably, like, a million of the other ones. I think when you know, you know. She’s the One.”
Here, the full lyrics to “Riot,” via Genius. You can listen to the song below too:
(Woo, woo)
Mista (Woo, woo)
I might start a riot, mm (Woo, woo, woo)
Opposite of quiet, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
On the pussy n**** tires (Woo, woo, woo)
How ’bout you try it? (Woo, woo, woo)
Try it (Hey)
Chorus
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo)
I might start a riot (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo, woo)
Opposite of quiet (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn (Woo, woo)
Pussy n**** tires (Woo, woo, woo)
How ’bout you try it? (Woo, woo)
I don’t buy it, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Post-Chorus
I just call designers up, I free ninety-nine it, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Called your baby mama up, yep, I nighty-night it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I just bought designer kilts, yeah, I Roddy Pipe it (Uh, uh)
I just put some BDs on my whip with lime green pipin’ (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Verse 1
My wife is erotic, I’m smokin’ exotic (Woo, woo)
My whip is exotic, my crib is a cottage (Woo, woo, woo)
A whole lot of cheesе, see we gettin’ that cottage (Woo, woo)
A wholе lot of brains, I skipped out on college (Woo, woo, woo)
They think I’m livin’ that large, why? (Woo, woo)
That lil’ n**** livin’ too large, bad (Woo, woo, woo)
All my n****s do is play the ball (Woo, woo)
You lil’ n****s too afraid to ball (Woo, woo, woo)
Why you gotta get the pigs involved?
I’m way more deadly when my pen involved
Business suits, we the men in charge (Woo, woo)
Bottega suits on the business call (Woo, woo)
Kill these n****s, I don’t kill ’em soft (Woo, woo)
You finna die, no ‘Ana Ross (Woo, woo)
Bought a Rolls-Royce and a Porsche (Woo, woo)
By the building, nigga, in the porch (Woo, woo)
If you scared, better get a dog (Woo, woo)
Pussy n****, that’s your menopause, ayy
Chorus
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo)
I might start a riot (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo, woo)
Opposite of quiet (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn (Woo, woo)
Pussy n**** tires (Woo, woo, woo)
How ’bout you try it? (Woo, woo)
I don’t buy it, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Post-Chorus
I just call designers up, I free ninety-nine it, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Called your baby mama up, yep, I nighty-night it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I just bought designer kilts, yeah, I Roddy Pipe it (Uh, uh)
I just put some BDs on my whip with lime green pipin’ (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Verse 2
The home of the E-V, G-M, C-C collab, 2023-D (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
My belt not no B.B., Simon says, “VS and VV” (Woo, woo)
Rag on my head like habibi (Woo, woo)
Canary, my stones look like Tweety (Woo, woo)
Pass on a sweetie, I got me a RiRi (Woo, woo)
Blue magic, she sniffin’ that, I dream of genie (Woo, woo)
Designer the finest, I play that Brent Faiyaz and see if she freaky (Woo, woo, woo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Woo, woo)
I’ma ball (Uh), I’ma ball hard (Uh, woo, woo, woo)
Why they say he got the rental cars? (Uh, woo, woo)
Flossin’ hard, this ain’t dental floss (Uh, woo, woo, woo)
Flossy, glossy (Uh, woo, woo)
Nah, bitch, this ain’t lip gloss (Uh, woo, woo, woo)
Luxe balm up in my palm (Uh, woo, woo)
New collab’ with my baby mom (Woo, woo, woo)
Chorus
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo)
I might start a riot (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn, we live (Woo, woo, woo)
Opposite of quiet (Woo, woo, woo)
We grow, we learn (Woo, woo)
Pussy n**** tires (Woo, woo, woo)
How ’bout you try it? (Woo, woo)
I don’t buy it, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Post-Chorus
I just call designers up, I free ninety-nine it, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Called your baby mama up, yep, I nighty-night it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I just bought designer kilts, yeah, I Roddy Pipe it (Uh, uh)
I just put some BDs on my whip with lime green pipin’ (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)