Distrokid - Rio Da Yung OG, Louie Ray

Alright, yeah

Alright, yeah

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Shout out to DistroKid

Alright, man, shout out to DistroKid, bro

I’m signed to them, nigga, you know what I’m saying?

(313 Mafia)

I just checked my shit today and I’m happy (Alright)

Shout out to DistroKid, they got me lookin like the brick man

Walking through the hood with some big plans

How you up a hundred K, but you cryin' over six bands?

The way I run the money up, I got six legs

How you gon' drop a hundreds shots, bro, you ain’t even put the clip in

How you gon' suck my dick good?

I ain’t even put the tip in

I’m finna fuck her for an hour, then I’m dippin'

Me and Louie finna pour a whole four in a Lipton

I be drinkin' pints of Wock' with my rich friends

Lil' brodie off E, look how his lip dance

I can tote the four-nick with two clips in these big pants

You gotta get us all on cam, brodie, switch lens

Yeah, alright, you ready?

I gotta get the next piece did all baguettey

Shit crazy, they don’t wanna see us win, no confetti

Signed to DistroKid 'cause they payin' out heavy

Woo

I’ll have my Florida boy come and get you, he got six dreads

Yeah, the big dreads

I just hopped off the bench and start shootin', I’m the sixth man

Your bitch don’t got no ass, she got thick legs

I just hopped fresh off a plane, I’m a displayer

In the club standin' on the table while my shit playin'

I’m a shooting guard, I’m not a big man

Yeah, okay

Your bitch give me good top, she got a big head

Walked in the house late as fuck, got my bitch mad

Your bitch wanna ride dick, she at Six Flags

Damn, how she end up there?

You was just talkin' 'bout beef, how you end up scared?

Who was that ridin' down the street?

I’m well aware

Ayy, I just heard your new shit, yeah, that new shit everywhere

I ain’t someone to approach, I got a dark stare

You might not believe it is, but it’s a heart there

You would think I hate the hood, look how I park there

Yeah, where the 'caine at?

Plug wanted me to sell dope, he sick I came rap

Lift up your bitch shirt, over her ass where my name at

Fuck her good, then wake her son up like, «Where your game at?»

Oh, you wanna go to war?

Why you ain’t say that?

Want a verse from me, damn near— you wanna pay that?

I’ve been feeding my pockets cheese all day, they gon' stay fat

Creep up on him like, «You need some help?»

Bitch, I’m A-Wax

Right now a pint of red eight racks, but I can pay that

Bitch, my rent twenty-eight hundred, where you stay at?

Just took a loss on twenty-eight racks, I’m finna shake back

Man

I ain’t gon' lie, lately, I’ve been drinkin' Wock' like I can’t act

I was never good at movie roles 'cause I can’t act

Fuck, I just failed my ACT 'cause I can’t act

Burberry hat four hundred, but I can’t cap

I’ll beat a nigga ass right now, bet you can’t scrap

I just pulled up with Lil Yachty in a Maybach

Backseat came with a recliner, I be laid back

I can tell you 'bout some old shit, it was way back (Ahh)

I just shot a nigga 'cause he owed me money, is that payback?

I’ll fuck your story up and go a page back

I should do some crazy shit and get a face tat

I wonder if the blunt gon' hit the same if I lace that

Mmm, with some good rock

I just made too much money for a shoebox

Ahh, I’m too hot

I need a lot of ice quick, go to Icebox

They keep tryin' to figure me out, need an autops'

I’ll drop a nigga roof, he a soft top

Shit

Yeah, alright, where we at?

Alright

We at the Piston game smokin' zaz' in the skybox

Askin' all the white people, «Do I look high or not?»

I’m finna run a bag up in some high-tops

When it’s time to slide, all I see is red, I need eye drops

Nigga, I keep a gun on me, why would I box?

It’s a three of Act', dinosaur juice, we drinkin' triclops

Chains makin' too much noise, I gotta take em off

Unc' cleaned the whole block up, I gotta break him off

Yeah, them panties you got cute, but take 'em off

And I’m tryna see if you really bad, take the makeup off

Run up on me, I ain’t got a gun, I’ll break your jaw

Yeah, I run off on a plug, but I paid him off

Fuck the police, I’ma break the law

Ahh

I think dog got COVID-19, he got a dry cough

I be coochie scoutin' in the dark, I’m a night hawk

I ain’t let the pit off the— ahh

I ain’t let the pit off the leash, but I fight dogs

I can’t look down from the top 'cause I might fall

New bitch don’t even suck dick, she just like balls

Yeah, she just lick balls

I’ma drop my nuts in her mouth, she got big jaws

I just push a red button every time your bitch call

How the fuck you got hair, but your bitch— okay

How the fuck you got hair, but your bitch bald?

I can’t jump from up here, it’s too far to fall

This bitch talk too much, call her blab-it-all

I’m damn near too fair, let you have it all

Now you got the big head, you a tritops

My cook space got a name, call it pie locks

I ain’t tryna go to sleep, I need eye locks

We at the point to the point to where we can’t stop

Yeah