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(Enrgy made this one) What up, Enrgy? What up, Lil Boat? Sh*t, alright I got long money, b*t*h Ain't nobody give me sh*t, I got my own money, b*t*h Yachty pulled up in the 'Rari with the chrome on him, b*t*h Been spendin' money since the day I got ahold of the sh*t Chrome Hearts shirts, AMIRI jeans with the rips in 'em Jetfire Glocks, extended clips, sh*t'll get ignant "Rio, why your pop look like that?" It's a six in it Don't be steppin' 'round my kitchen by the oven, it's a brick in it Plain AP on my wrist, it's a brick on me Damn she cute and she thick, I'll trick on it Walkin' through the Valley with my stick on me Baby girl, these is not McQueens, these Rick Owens Wait 'til my b*t*h daddy go to sleep, hit a lick on him He soft, back in the day my daddy took a half a brick from him Movin' 'round six cars deep like it's a hit on me Hundred round drum on the AR, I'm tryna hit somethin' I'll march to Flint for a pint of Act' And as long as it prints, we gon' get the racks Grindhard E put up them hoes, call him Midget Mac I'll really get a n***a gone, this ain't this or that I ain't tryna argue on no phone, goin' t**-for-tat My old b*t*h bad, I love her body, it's tats on her t** Used to tote ARs, now a n***a tote the Sig now Downtown Detroit, my phone trippin', ain't no signal Used to be a jit but I grew up, yeah, I'm big now My brother bust a wig down, my first crib was a penthouse On my own, I was eighteen Boat and Rio, goddamn, we the A-team And I love this lil' b*t*h, this b*t*h Asian And she never gon' get old, never aging Puttin' numbers on his head like I'm Nick Saban Like it's 2030, pull up with a ray beam Opps say they want cancer, let's have a smoke out The pop kinda taste nasty, shoulda poured some more out Today I got on so much ice, I could've brought my coat out They like, "Rio the goat, this n***a really brought Lil Boat out" Told Yachty we might have to run, I got some dope on me Took him on a high speed in Flint, that sh*t be fun to me Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, it's a gun on me You better have two hundred shots and one chop if you come for me In the crib by myself, hundred racks keep me company B*t*h, if your credit score ain't high, you ain't touchin' me Just hit this b*t*h raw and hit it in her, now she stuck with me N***as bringin' tens and twenties out, I got a buck with me B*t*h, your baby daddy still can't f**k with me Made eighty racks yesterday, but I put up fifty Yachty pulled up with the hoes, he got a whole tour bus with him B*t*h, I ain't got crabs, Percs and Lortabs got my nuts itchin' I'm a big tripper No I ain't your BD, I don't wear jeans with several zippers Twenty-three chains 'round my neck, it's the Big Dipper VS1 diamonds everywhere, wet like Flipper F**ked my white b*t*h so good she almost said n***** Right then and there we almost put a hole in her liver Two up, I seen my brother hit some hoes off Tinder F**ked up, pour a six of Wock' in someone else's blender Bro'nem will serve anybody, no matter gender Pray I make it up to Heaven, know I'm a sinner Pray they never catch me lackin' You gon' have to hit me where I stand, ain't no jackin' Fifty-five hundred dollars cash on my jacket Fourteen forty-nine charge for my ratchet
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