Released on February 25, 2023

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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]

I'll get to shit talkin' in your booth if I get comfortable

Just made a hundred cash, went to the store and bought a Lunchable

You got a hundred cash on you? Me too

Eight-hundred-dollar Dior shirt and it's see-through

Got a pint of Act', I'm drinkin' ones, I'm on Wink too

(Damn, 2Side, where you get that beat from?)


[Verse 1: Cellow]

Run it up, run it up

I just dropped a bag, but I'm gon' make it back a hundred plus

Forty-two on top of my shoe, I love my Balenci runners

Got the LEDs, I just be spendin', you can't die with cheese

Spank after spank, I remember dumpin' QPs

Showin' love to all my loyal custos, givin' free G's

Bitch gon' let me fuck 'cause I got bag, but she won't get a thing

I could grab the Percs, but I gеt enough dealin' with the geeks

Early bird gon' еat the most, might stop and get breakfast at Sheikhs

I ain't even famous, bitches starin' like a meet-and-greet

I can't even blame 'em, we just pulled up bigger than a fleet

Bitch know everything in my jeans long, so she clenchin' her teeth

She wanna taste the Cell

Got ten racks tucked in all blues and she can't even tell

They sleep on me and I don't know why, my name been ringin' bells

The opps know what it is, they see me and they tuckin' tails

My boys good at dumpin' shells

Target practice at the range, play, we shootin' for the nail

Even if we leave a nigga breathin', bet he braindead

Last thing that he seen J-U-double-G with the chain red

Red rum if you mentionin' my name, I get the gang dead, bitch


[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

Alright, he survived a bullet to the head but he braindead

Rio ain't really gettin' money, that's what a lame said

Bitch askin' me what's my name, what my chain said?

Bust a script at Wal-Mart and it came red

Look at the type of shit God do for me

And I don't need a soul to shoot for me, I got Scoot with me

You ever had so much dog shit it left a dookie streak?

Bitch head game strong as fuck, but the coochie weak

Hmm, alright, what up, my nigga Cellow?

I got a country bitch in Marietta, she thicker than Jell-O

My phone trippin', askin' 'bout work, nigga, hello? Hello? Hello?

Let me hang up on this nigga, dog, he talkin' loose

And if you see me meetin' Diesel, then I bought some juice

I get mad love when I walk in Truth 'cause I talk the truth

And they paid me to come perform, but I bought a booth

It got cold as hell yesterday, I went and bought a Goose

Think this bitch'd believe me if I told her I just fought a moose

Hit this nigga with a one-two and he lost a tooth

He ain't want much for the pint, it was cost-able

I'll get to shit talkin' in your booth if I get comfortable

Just made a hundred cash, went to the store and bought a Lunchable

You got a hundred cash on you? Me too

Eight-hundred-dollar Dior shirt and it's see-through

Got a pint of Act', I'm drinkin' ones, I'm on Wink too

Silencer on the K and the new car, I'm finna creep through

I don't like a lot of people

I'm in Dayton ridin' 'round with my fiend, he tryna find a needle

Last year, I would've killed you over a slice of pizza

Real niggas listen when I talk, I'm kinda like a teacher


[Verse 3: Cellow]

I don't even blame 'em

You still gotta watch these niggas, Ri know I'ma flame 'em

Slime 'em out and bang 'em

Free my niggas out the feds, it's just a lil' time

Ridin' 'round dirty, see the lights, shoot baseline

Head to the trap, all these P's, I got a green thumb

Real shooters trailin', standard clips, they don't need drums, uh

Free my nigga Rio

I can't let the feds get me, I'm goin' out like Cleo

Gotta know I'm off the leash

Wolf on land, but he a shark, look at the teeth

Niggas bark, then cop a plea like they allergic to the beef

Ask me how I made it far, ain't let no nigga play me sweet

Only reason I play it cool, don't want my demon to be breached, yeah

Yup, I don't like a lot of niggas

Seen the snakes up in the grass, I threw a light up on the glizzy

Seven hundred on the AR, I'ma get geeked up when I hit him

Real loadout on me, walk him down with the semi, nigga

Ayy, leave him braindead

Rio told me get him, got him, left the curb red, nigga


[Outro]

(Damn, 2Side, where you get that beat from?)