[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright, yeah
Alright, yeah
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Shout out to DistroKid
Alright, man, shout out to DistroKid, bro
I'm signed to them, ni**a, you know what I'm saying? (313 Mafia)
I just checked my sh*t today and I'm happy (Alright)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shout out to DistroKid, they got me lookin like the brick man
Walking through the hood with some big plans
How you up a hundred K, but you cryin' over six bands?
The way I run the money up, I got six legs
How you gon' drop a hundred shots, bro? You ain't even put the clip in
How you gon' su*k my dick good? I ain't even put the tip in
I'm finna fu*k her for an hour, then I'm dippin'
Me and Louie finna pour a whole four in a Lipton
I be drinkin' pints of Wock' with my rich friends
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Lil' brodie off E, look how his lip dance
I can tote the four-nick with two clips in these big pants
You gotta get us all on cam, brodie, switch lens
Yeah, alright, you ready?
I gotta get the next piece did all baguettey
sh*t crazy, they don't wanna see us win, no confetti
Signed to DistroKid 'cause they payin' out heavy
[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Woo
I'll have my Florida boy come and get you, he got six dreads
Yeah, the big dreads
I just hopped off the bench and start shootin', I'm the sixth man
Your b*tch don't got no ass, she got thick legs
I just hopped fresh off a plane, I'm a displayer
In the club standin' on the table while my sh*t playin'
I'm a shooting guard, I'm not a big man
Yeah, okay
Your b*tch give me good top, she got a big head
Walked in the house late as fu*k, got my b*tch mad
Your b*tch wanna ride dick, she at Six Flags
Damn, how she end up there?
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
You was just talkin' 'bout beef, how you end up scared?
Who was that ridin' down the street? I'm well aware
Ayy, I just heard your new sh*t, yeah, that new sh*t everywhere
I ain't someone to approach, I got a dark stare
You might not believe it is, but it's a heart there
You would think I hate the hood, look how I park there
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, where the 'caine at?
Plug wanted me to sell dope, he sick I came rap
Lift up your b*tch shirt, over her ass where my name at
fu*k her good, then wake her son up like, "Where your game at?"
Oh, you wanna go to war? Why you ain't say that?
Want a verse from me, damn near— you wanna pay that?
I've been feeding my pockets cheese all day, they gon' stay fat
Creep up on him like, "You need some help?" b*tch, I'm A-Wax
Right now a pint of red eight racks, but I can pay that
b*tch, my rent twenty-eight hundred, where you stay at?
Just took a loss on twenty-eight racks, I'm finna shake back
[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Man
I ain't gon' lie, lately, I've been drinkin' Wock' like I can't act
I was never good at movie roles 'cause I can't act
fu*k, I just failed my ACT 'cause I can't act
Burberry hat four hundred, but I can't cap
I'll beat a ni**a ass right now, bet you can't scrap
I just pulled up with Lil Yachty in a Maybach
Backseat came with a recliner, I be laid back
I can tell you 'bout some old sh*t, it was way back (Ahh)
I just shot a ni**a 'cause he owed me money, is that payback?
[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
I'll fu*k your story up and go a page back
I should do some crazy sh*t and get a face tat
I wonder if the blunt gon' hit the same if I lace that
Mmm, with some good rock
I just made too much money for a shoebox
Ahh, I'm too hot
I need a lot of ice quick, go to Icebox
They keep tryin' to figure me out, need an autops'
I'll drop a ni**a roof, he a soft top
[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
sh*t
Yeah, alright, where we at?
Alright
We at the Piston game smokin' zaz' in the skybox
Askin' all the white people, "Do I look high or not?"
I'm finna run a bag up in some high-tops
When it's time to slide, all I see is red, I need eye drops
ni**a, I keep a gun on me, why would I box?
It's a three of Act', dinosaur juice, we drinkin' triclops
Chains makin' too much noise, I gotta take em off
Unc' cleaned the whole block up, I gotta break him off
Yeah, them panties you got cute, but take 'em off
And I'm tryna see if you really bad, take the makeup off
Run up on me, I ain't got a gun, I'll break your jaw
Yeah, I run off on a plug, but I paid him off
fu*k the police, I'ma break the law
[Verse 9: YN Jay]
Ahh
I think dog got COVID-19, he got a dry cough
I be coochie scoutin' in the dark, I'm a night hawk
I ain't let the pit off the— ahh
I ain't let the pit off the leash, but I fight dogs
I can't look down from the top 'cause I might fall
New b*tch don't even su*k dick, she just like balls
Yeah, she just lick balls
I'ma drop my nuts in her mouth, she got big jaws
I just push a red bu*ton every time your b*tch call
[Verse 10: Louie Ray]
How the fu*k you got hair, but your b*tch— okay
How the fu*k you got hair, but your b*tch bald?
I can't jump from up here, it's too far to fall
This b*tch talk too much, call her blab-it-all
I'm damn near too fair, let you have it all
Now you got the big head, you a tritops
My cook space got a name, call it pie locks
I ain't tryna go to sleep, I need eye locks
We at the point to the point to where we can't stop
Yeah