More songs by Rio Da Yung Og
Description
Producer: Danny G Beats
Composer: Danny G Beats
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyricist: Daniel Sebastien Gaglio
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Ooh, shit, that's a daily GB.
-Me and Jay, it's not blood, but we real family. Like, blood don't make you family, bro. Alright.
I feel like Superman with this S on my chest. Fuck around and put a tech to your neck, let that bitch squeeze.
Like, leave the bitch alone, let that bitch breathe.
You know she with me, she with the Gaffle boy, she get anything she want.
I hit Lenny, say I buy anything I want, everything I want.
Nigga, I- one day I had to do some shit 'cause they said I won't. I always do shit that I said I don't.
Damn, bitch, you ain't gave a rich nigga head before? Why your head slow? You gotta move fast, you gotta be sloppy.
I got a, huh, I got a new pass, I gotta go somewhere.
Caught a body when I had a fade, I had to grow some hair. I stand on so much business, I don't own a chair.
I'm with a young smacker, he done killed more people than Corona did.
Yeah, I'm in a four-wheel drive SUV, doin' donuts in it. It's supercharged, my money super large.
You don't gotta believe anything I said but the scooter part, 'cause I told the truth.
When them niggas got on your ass and you called my phone, nigga, who rode with you? Who pulled up with you?
We just slid out of twenty-five rental in an old school. The Escalade V sound like a crybaby.
She been on some janky shit, but that's my baby. Put your hands on Rio, you gon' die crazy.
Shit here in July 11th, but I feel like I made it, 'cause it's June 2nd, I got a month left.
Ain't no more weed, I got a blunt left. Ain't no more drank, I got a cup left.
I looked in the cup and it wasn't nothin' left. Damn, what the fuck? Lil Tay drank my cup.
Damn, babe, my dick won't get hard, can you suck my nuts? Unc want some zaza, I roll
Uncle blunt. I seen it on camera, it was five-fived and a bunch of blood.
They hit him in his motherfuckin' motherboard.
Yep, I knew his ass was dead, they had a cover for him, like a white sheet.
Ain't no abandoned cribs on this block, boy, is this the right street?
Damn, you know I grew up in the trenches, I ain't used to this. I ain't sell dope, I was rappin' about movin' bricks and shootin' sticks.
I ain't never shot nobody, I ain't doin' shit. Bitch, I'm innocent.
I ain't rapped in two weeks, feel like it been a minute.
Kill over the ho, the nigga chicken tender. I'm talkin' real chicken tender with some lemon pepper.
Caught him in his ho at yoga club, they got stretched together.
I had a twelve drink, but I can't be leavin'. I can add twelve eights and one seven seven.
Unless you my little brother and you'll drink it with me.
I gotta cut you off if I ever even think you slippin'. I think I'm trippin'. They said a nigga died and they say he missin'.
A nigga tried me Sunday, then this weekend ended.
I was finna spray that red nigga car, but Blick was in it. I took a yellow bar and now I'm sleepin' in her.
She is not my bitch, I be creepin' with her, I don't be sleepin' with her.
I be hittin' her on the floor, in the bathroom, the studio, I'm beatin' shit.
Swear to God, nigga, you can beat the Switch. You gotta take it off and eat the bitch!