Charge Up - Louie Ray, Rio Da Yung OG

What I just say?

(It's a Wayne beat)

Ah, fuck

Alright

I charge, ah

I charge up in this bitch like I’m Goku

I don’t need a box for a TV, this a Roku

I got these motherfuckers sick like some old food

Ah

Auntie in the kitchen cookin', smell like soul food

I put my whole fuckin' life on Pro Tools

Louie said he want all fifties, he don’t want blues

Grindin', ain’t ate shit all day, I don’t want food

Ah, let me charge up

Huah

I’ma display in first class, put the cars up

This a coffee cup, but it did not come from Starbucks

Seen my bitch ridin' with a nigga, shot the car up

Told E split the Xanny with me, chop the bar up

I don’t say pour lean no more, Wock' the 'Hardt up

My son know how to load the gun, he a smart fuck

Let him leave with the strap, he shot the park up

Before I learn to cut a piece of cake, I chop hard up

Before I drink some Activis that’s fake, I’ll pour Par up

Ah, Jay, I’m charged up too

Seen an opp at Summerfield, that’s a shot-up school

Drunk an eight of Wock' straight, it look like I shot up food

Dropped dog gettin' in his car, house got shot up too

They asked me who smoked dog, I ain’t got a clue

Oh, your daddy do dog?

I kinda knew

Teach me 'bout the EDD shit, bro, I’m kinda new

Let E smell the weed 'fore I buy, he a connoisseur

Baby mama put me on child support, I countersue her

Wayne tried to mix the song when we was done and we got into it

Smart as fuck, but when I get caught up, I’m kinda stupid

Bitch, you got ass shots, that is not your booty

Fucked twelve hoes raw this week, I think I got the cooties

Told Jay he can’t drop a chain if it’s not a coochie

A red nigga drunk with dreads in his head, I’m not with Poody

You ain’t never heard a nigga say he shot at Louie

I can’t pay a nigga to kill for me, bro, I gotta do it

They wonder how I made a half a mil', I dropped a lot of music

Take the Draco to the booth and drop chopper music

I ain’t poured no lean, I cracked the pint open and poured pop into it

Alright

I be fuckin' so much, I’m prostitutin'

How many fiends in your city?

'Cause mine’s polluted

Cracked the seal and let the weed stank, ain’t nobody pooted

I be sellin' pills you can pop, couple niggas oodle

You can’t even stand on your own like your legs noodle

I be poppin' up in hoes' mouth, nigga, and Google

I can get you eggroll fried, nigga, and woodle

I told myself don’t let myself get ahead of myself

Chain sittin' on the dresser, the heat in the bed

Go to war with niggas' hood, I’m paintin' it red

Zo be sellin' five packs at time, that was eighty a head (Nigga)

I had to hate the nigga, put eight in his head

Pourin' out half of the pop to put eight in the rest

Bro noddin' out sittin' up, he breakin' his neck

I be always doin' real shit like breakin' a check (Come on)

I ain’t ask you phone for a bitch, she expectin' a text

Sellin' dope out the

Sellin' dope out the glass jar, left an eight in the 'Rex

Told bro grab a Backwood, put an eighthy that

My fiend keep beggin' for a front, he makin' me mad

My one girl bought pills back to back, she makin' me laugh

Back when that’s my whole motherfuckin' life, I was a clown in the class

Damn, I mean class clown

Niggas know they’ll get beat the fuck up, they put them straps down

Put my fiend in a headlock on Thursday night, but this ain’t Smackdown

I was out the way for a minute, but I’m back now