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Distrokid Lyrics - Artist : YN Jay
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
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 [Louie Ray:] 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 [YN Jay:] 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? [Louie Ray:] 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 [Rio Da Yung OG:] 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 [YN Jay:] 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? [Louie Ray:] 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 [Rio Da Yung OG:] 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 [YN Jay:] 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 [Louie Ray:] 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 |
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