One Night lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright
Alright
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I might f*ck around and put a bird on your head
40 shells hot, I'll put a perm on your head
Up close with K'll probably take a third out his head
Hittin' her off a Perc', I done struck a nerve in my leg
I keep askin' Nutty where the f*ck is Daisy Lane at?
Hit dope, I dropped a zip and damn near eighty came back
I don't use too much effort, kinda lazy when I rap
One day I sprayed a n*gga car with the baby in the back
It's hard to duck these, boy, I got like eighty in the strap
Sittin' in front the dope house, strap just layin' in my lap
I'm a dog, b*tch, but you won't see me chasin' after cats
Fentanyl, b*tch, I probably get like eighty off a pack

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
It's addin' up 'cause I ain't lazy when I stack
Since we in it, we might as well go crazy with the bag
Ri' ain't count it, but he say it's like eighty in a bag
We'll do a n*gga shady after any aftermath
I just got my dope sack back from fresh up out her ass
Damn, you eighteen for real? b*tch, you fresh up outta class
If I don't call, that's just confirmation that the pus*y whack
Most hoes' sh*t be pink, how this b*tch pus*y black?
Second after shots be too late, sh*t be crazy
How the f*ck you gon' tell me I shorted you and I just weighed it?
I knew Ri' was gon' let me off in this b*tch, I was waitin'
Bro, we damn near the hardest out for real, n*ggas wasted
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twenty racks in all blues, I can fold it up
Fifty cal big as f*ck, bro, help me hold it up
When I started off, my verses was a band, now I'm goin' up
Bro ain't ate, he on his second thirty, got him throwin' up
Don't talk my ear off 'bout your bag, n*gga, show me somethin'
Got it on my own, a n*gga lyin' if he said Rio owe him somethin'
Used to brag, come across a lick for ten racks, now I could blow a hundred
It ain't gotta be yours just 'cause you show the money
What the f*ck you in the strip club for? n*gga, throw the money
Before I ever made a cent off rap, I had promoter money
I could tell the dog raw by the odor on it
Ten racks for this new rifle, the b*tch so big, it got a motor on it

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
I'm hittin' the ho I'm tryna hit, I ain't at all the Cheddar Bob
I know this b*tch ratchet for real, she came through in just a bob
I make five racks a day off rap and treat it like a job
Tell promoters they gon' have to roll out carpet for the mob
n*ggas think we don't know sh*t about the D, I'm on the Lodge
I'm with R, I'm at Joes, we with Nuk 'nem on the 5
See, my daddy a killer, couldn't be pus*y if I tried
If you told and it's on paper, boy, you lucky you alive
Call D Money for zaz', I buy Percs from Barry there
I say, "Mike, you got your strap?" He say, "I'm legally prepared"
Brodie got some bricks stashed, but ain't surrendering a square
Probably with a b*tch or two if I'm delivering a square
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I hope we get into a scuffle, got my knife on me
I understand you trickin', I ain't trippin', what's the price on it?
A n*gga ain't gon' take sh*t, I put my life on it
Her ass flat as f*ck, I can roll a pair of dice on it
I was blind to the fact you was a rat, I need some bifocals
They ain't let me in the door, that b*tch got pried open
Louie say he finna drop that Audi truck, he got his eyes on it
I'm up now, I bet you never catch Da Yung OG without a dime on him