Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Distrokid, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 29.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Distrokid |
| 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 |