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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Marcus Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Boomin
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Marc Boomin, it's you
What up, Mark Boomin, man?
We, you know, we still fuck around too though
Money is not everything, ghetto boys shit-free though
I'ma say this shit every time, man
Y'all might as well get used to this shit
Fifty Point and Diamond link on, you know what I'm sayin'?
70,000 dollar watches and shit, we back
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I was sittin' in the feds, now I'm in the Maybach
Pourin' sixes up some reds
Put a hundred in this car, you might hit him in his head
I just drunk some old red, I can feel it in my legs
My **** want some work, I might just hit him with a brick
Feelin' like I'm Craig
I don't want my dick sucked, give me your whole head
You can't tell, I pour the six up, it's in the cold red
I learned how to cook dope from an old man
But the crazy part is I never sold grams
When Rio walkin' off the stage, then the show end
I just made a dub today on some slow shit
I don't just be fuckin' anybody, bae, I ho shit
I might just let my son have my old kit
I heard a **** took your gun, you a ho bitch
Eighty-five and a drum, dropped the whole clip
White bitch suckin' dick good, but ain't got no lips
You can't never be the gang, you on the wrong time
These **** washed up, hang 'em on the clothesline
I bought a pint, soda seven, drunk a whole nine
Unc' ready to send somethin' to Heaven, he hit a whole line
[Verse 2]
****, I just drunk a four four times, that's a whole pint
220 on my neck, that's your whole life
Got a check from Distro and bought my ho ice
Bring me a double cup of Sprite, I don't want no ice
I can't miss when I blow, I got four lights
Took a Perc, tryna fuck the bitch, it took a whole night
Damn, bitch, you a virgin? Why so tight?
I'll break the internet right now if I go live
Stop talkin' 'bout a half an M, I made that four times
In six months, we just bought a Boyz I, we rollin' big blunts
We ain't no petty lean drinkers, bring us big cups
[Verse 3]
A two liter in one cup, that's a Big Gulp
I think I drunk my shit too fast, got the hiccups
So much dark shit I just picked up, I need a pickup truck
Bitch, go get your ass did, you got a little butt
I got four pockets, I'ma fill 'em up
Nine hundred brabus rocket truck, cost a million bucks
Told bro hop in that Maybach, "Come pick me up"
Soon as I let the seat lay back, she lick me up
And I don't smoke weed no more, but let me twist it up
R.I.P. Soda, I done fucked a lot of chicken up
Why you **** buyin' watches that be tickin', bruh?
Slime City, I don't trust nobody, I killed my brother
Okay, we just smoked a zip, we'll twist another one
I fucked a bitch ten times, we ain't kiss or nothin'
I ain't wanna pop 'em, I just hit 'em with the pistol, but
Am I a Grinch or what?
'Cause I just made a million dollars in 'Fuck Christmas' up
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Marcus Jackson