Listen to Me lyrics
by Rio Da Yung OG
[Intro]
What they be sayin'?
(1-800 for you)
Okay
(What am I here?)
Boyz in this b*tch, n*gga
[Verse]
It's nine in the morning, I just woke up
Before I make an egg sandwich, I cook dope up
Walked out of Gucci with some boxes, bought the store up
Couple shots, hit him up top, shape his fro up
These b*tches out here actin' childish, need to grow up
I got balls for ninety dollars, but it's blow up
I want smoke with all these pus*y n*ggas, tell 'em roll up
I heard you caught a lil' body, n*gga, so what?
I can get ten n*ggas dropped like my dad Italian
I been chasin' money bags like I'm Meg Thee Stallion
Committed to the dope game, I make sales with passion
Shootin' dice with Louis on, takin' L's in fashion
BJ swipe with Gucci on, he do scams with fashion
I love the Wockhardt so much, I can spell it backwards
The n*gga really shot at me, can you spell casket?
I made a million last week, can you tell I'm cappin'?
Pew, that's how you n*ggas sound
Let me cut the work for you, I mix like DJ Brown (The realest)
Nowadays, if you sh*t talk, you stealin' Rio's style
And if you rap 'bout swipin' cards, you took Teejay's sound
I'm middle-mannin' bricks of soft, we on three-way now
I really get the work gone, I need an E-way now
b*tch, I road run for real, I'm on the freeway now
I just threw bro a, yeah
I just threw bro a lob, press replay now
Brody said we gon' come up long as we stay down
I ain't never broke the code, so I won't start now
I'm havin' withdrawals off drank, I gotta fart now
I used to chase n*ggas on feet, I got a car now
I see you got a Hellcat, how much you drop down?
Broke ass couldn't even make a payment, it won't start now
.308 go far, I could knock a f*ckin' star down
I can get a n*gga whacked without sayin' nothin'
All I gotta do is nod my head and them K's bustin'
Brush a n*gga head with .223's, I see waves comin'
Last n*gga tried some bullsh*t, he in the grave or somethin'
How you gon' put me on a flight where I ain't say I'm comin'?
He Cash App-ed me a deposit, I got paid for nothin'
In the trap for seven days straight, damn near made a hundred
Get rid of all the dope and move the guns, I feel a raid comin'
Drivin' on the sidewalk, I seen an opp walkin'
I ain't have to say too much, the Glock start talkin'
Went to the ER with my son, he had a bad fever
The doc' was actin' real cool, so I started coughin'
Aim a .50 cal at your body, knock parts off it
b*tch pus*y clean, I'll lick some Wockhardt off it
The chicken I just made, you can't put no hot sauce on it
Don't judge me if I paid you once to f*ck, I had a boss moment
That n*gga fumbled with the sack, the crowd lost momentum
f*ck swiping, I spend cash 'cause it's more simple
b*tch, that's a scar on my right cheek, them ain't no pimples
You ask me 'bout that sh*t again, I'm uppin' four-nickel
[Outro]
Listen, man, don't ask me sh*t else 'bout my face, man
Ain't no motherf*ckin' pimple, b*tch
I been through real sh*t in my life
Dumbass