Movie lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung Og]
(Check the score)
This sh*t sound like a movie
Let's do it like that then we gone make a movie, Ray
Okay
(Pablo)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I'm officially in traffic tryna get it in
I'm officially the backbone of what it is
You can push it off my flip no matter what it is
I would feel wrong to eat alone, I'm tryna cut 'em in
Told her, "I'ma cut yo ass off if you say what again"
All that slick talk I do came from dealing with the scales
You can tell by the smell, youngin' put it on the scale
If you can keep at least a dime around, you'll never fail
That feeling that your hand get from shooting when you scared
If a drug bust in Flint makes the news, I was there
Let me cut my arms off before I ball, make it fair
Rio did a million views seven times, it ain't rare

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung Og]
Just bust a nut, that's why I hate Percs, I wanna f*ck again
Hit him in his sh*t, put him to sleep, somebody tuck him in
The doors open up the other way, what kind of truck we in?
You wanna join the Ghetto Boy clique, we gotta jump you in
I whooped my b*tch ass then f*cked her friend, I know that hurt her feelings
We blowing real exotic weed, this ain't purple kenny
I'll rather pay your student loans off, I ain't a Birkin getter
"Ma, don't drink that pop in there, I got purple in it"
I know it look like Alka-Seltzer, it's a perky in it
Cut the crock pot on medium and drop a turkey in it
You see this stick I got right here? I hit a birdie with it
I poured a deuce of red up and took the thirty with it
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I ain't have my daddy in my life neither, but I ain't care
I'm in the crib laid up, the lights off like I ain't there
I be careful with the FN 'cause the trig like a hair
Rolled up 3.5 a piece, putting twins in the air
Went to the Red Roof, got two beds, stuffed twins up in there
Bro, don't kill him on my porch, got my kid up in there
Cooked my first zip, like, "Look at what I did up in there"
I'll rent your kitchen out 'cause I live up in there

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung Og]
I cheat a lot, but if she cheat, I'm cuttin' her off, I ain't fair
I drunk a deuce straight in my n*gga face, I ain't share
I'm too high to get on top, b*tch, sit on me like I'm a chair
If I get snatched, I'ma keep my mouth closed, I ain't Bear
It must be a n*gga job to hate on me, like they gotta do it
Yeah, we off the lean, my b*tch made me breakfast, and we got into it
If I got a gun on me, then I'm tryna shoot it
Twenty racks in dubs, I'ma hear a thud if I lose it

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
I know, I know, I know, but I don't care
I would've paid Ken to get my straps back, I ain't scared
My b*tch cheat, I'ma treat her like she dead, I ain't fair
Give a f*ck who I'm wit', I see some ass, I'ma stare
If she get pregnant, hope she fall down a million something stairs
I know you sick, you think you rich, and don't nobody even care
The type of n*gga throw a party, only fam-fam there
Hit her in a quiet house, it sound like "Bam, bam" there (Okay, okay)
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung Og]
Damn Lou, you did that?
Alright
That motherf*cker going crazy
Alright
My b*tch can't even like a n*gga—, mm

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung Og]
My b*tch can't even like a n*gga picture, I'm insecure
Eighty-five a gram for this dog and it isn't pure
Blue tips in the FN, they got a pedicure
How the f*ck I take a n*gga style? He dropped a CD I didn't hear
Okay, we on our fifth pop, this me and Ray
My b*tch ain't got no MAC on, but I beat her face
Told Mike to let me see the Glock and I'ma keep the 'K
I be preparin' for a shootout that's a week away

[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
I was tryna tell my b*tch some sh*t, it took a week to say
Like, yeah, I'm finna get married for real, it's like a week away
Old ass red tip shells, I forgot they bang
Froze ass chain or a watch, can happen any way
I was on feet, nickle on me, tryna flee away
The ho that gettin' rich big as a penny, but I see a way
We done brought every drop of lean, you can't find a tray
n*gga, I been chasin' chicken, look on Wally page
[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung Og]
Boy, that is not no ZaZa, throw the weed away
I sold a split in one day, you move a G a day
Stop tryna argue with me you be coppin' hoopsies for eight
Boy, don't feel me if you never played the spot for more than three days
This was a watermelon Crush, but we turned it black
Wait, what the f*ck dawg just say? Bro, turn it back
Fought my b*tch, broke her phone, took her keys, then burnt her tracks
Then I made her stuff two-hundred pills where her cervix at

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
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Ghetto boy sh*t
What up, Lou?
Aight