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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Dashandra Smith
Dashandra Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trackshawn
Trackshawn
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Mama, what you doin'? You cook up somethin'?) Yeah Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, aight Sixty months in the feds, I can take that Soon as I came home, I had to taste Act' I see you got a BBL, but can you shake that? I'm petty, ask the gas station clerk for my change back (Yeah, this is wack) Ask around, I got picked up in a Maybach If Act' around twenty-five hunnid, I'll pay that I been gone for three years and eight months, you tryna shake back So if you really think shit sweet, where your cake at? Where your dog shit? I got petty, paid the drank man in all tens Worked my way up, I had to crawl in Spent so much at the Louis store, ain't had to call in I do walk-ins Can't believe this clip full with some baldheads In 2018, we drunk all red We ain't fuck with Akorn, that's what you call red? Old AK-47 same size as Tall Tim You wanna get some work done, you gotta call Will We ain't do no funny camera tricks, bro, this all real Yeah, I took a deal from EMPIRE, lil' small deal Dropped it in the summer and I'll recoup 'fore the Fall end Glock popper, scram scraper White bitch kind of pale, go get a tan, baby One-of-one Louis clothes made by hand, baby I'm really finna do some crazy shit, nah, I ain't sayin' maybe They gave us ninety for a show, we was only sayin' eighty Bitch think I'm finna wear her merch 'cause her friend made it Bitch, how you still broke? Who is your man, baby? Right hand, one-twenty, left hand, eighty Can't believe I hit this ratchet bitch and had a damn baby Nigga, I ain't let the feds slow me down I definitely ain't gon' let a bitch hold me down Nigga, fuck this glass pint, I'll throw it down I got a curfew, I can't really fuck, bae, blow me down Have you ever got some head in the Maybach? Nigga, I'll probably drop dead if they make Act' You know a bitch ain't turnt no more, she say, "Take me back" Ten thousand for a pint of Actavis, I paid that My bitch bougie, she'll never eat no Shake Shack I drunk Sosa whole eight, he said don't pay him back Only thing I'm really worryin' 'bout is gettin' my weight back I'm in the yellow school bus off a pink 10 Fifty thousand every two days and I'm on week ten I'm mad as fuck, I gotta pee again 'Cause I just drank a whole pint durin' the weekend And I don't want no regular Sprite, give me a Remix My nigga ice somethin' out of town, that's some G shit .308 bullets make trees split Your breath stink, only talk when the weed lit Just let a random nigga fuck my bitch, on my P shit Bae, you know you got the best pussy if I skeet quick
Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Dashandra Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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