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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
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Boomin
Marc Boomin
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Marc Boomin, this you?
This a church beat
This a church beat
Matter of fact, play the first beat
[Verse 1]
That **** rolled down Kellar, that's the worst street
That's the wrong street, it's a one-way
****, we don't do no fightin', we 'bout gunplay
Have you ever made a hundred thousand on a Sunday?
I'm talkin' 'bout 100k in cash, it was a one play
Shoutout Lou Gramm
Bitch asked me for some Molly, I got two grams, that's a coincidence
Baby, close your eyes, it's gon' pinch a bit
Like how y'all throw the Act' pint out and didn't rinse the bitch?
Every day I spend ten on clothes, I'm rich as shit
Do you wanna fight a Chinese **** that can kick and flip?
Or can he kick a switch?
You think you really got on drip with them big ass Ricks?
I need a .41 or better, I got a big ass wrist
Bitch hop right in the car, put out her clitoris, this bitch ill as shit
I got a bad bitch, we finna go to Nobu
Damn, I ain't know you oot coke too
Lying to a rap bitch, something I won't do
Like how you don't understand we fuckin'? I don't want you
It's a business proposition, I'll see you later
C pulled up to the halfway house 'cause I needed a favor
L threw a four over the fence, I needed an eighter
Finna call a group meet with all my hoes, I'm keeping it player
Gotta hit Pat N Moon, he keep me with flavor
Is it an ounce of Act' left? I need it to savor
I can't tell that I'm rich without me sayin' it
Bro told me take the rap serious, I just keep playin'
'Cause you ain't never made a quarter million in a weekend
Tryna see if the bitch water cold, stuck my feet in it, it was kinda warm
When you got half a million on, the bitches swarm like some fruit flies
They shot the **** twenty times with a .25
Don't call me 'bout no city shit, 'less Scoop died
My **** pulled up on me with some new fire
He said, "This bitch got a silencer, tap it two times, it's a switch too"
That's some quick silence shit, he gon' kill you
Rio, you ain't never had shit, we know the real you
But I see you got some shit and you still you
Bud, Mike, Will here too, I'm with Phil too
Or you can pour it in the smallest pot they make, it's still two
Grab your ass, only time I feel you
'Cause all that other shit you talkin' bullshit, mildew
I don't know how much money I made, Will do
Bro said he needed me real quick, so I fell through
Drop my black in the drank, it was still two
This bitch hit my cup, almost fell too
Like, bitch, you know your pussy stink if we smell you
****, you couldn't do a week in the SHU
'Member had to call bro 'cause I needed shoes
He bought me somethin' for the video, let me keep 'em too
Here go the picture right here if you needed proof
In front of E crib, call up Michael Kidd, we just needed a deuce, we was broke as hell
Like, how the fuck y'all go broke when I go to jail? Now I'm rich as hell
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