Pour It All lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Mhm
Mhm
(LonzeTheKing)
Alright
Alright
Yeah, n*gga

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
How the f*ck you lookin' for me? I'm outside with it
I heard you just bought a Draco, you can die with it
This an old K, though, and I ride with it
Spray they whole crib up and hit five n*ggas
Smoke a n*gga granny, that's how we get even
I just spent ten, eleven thousand at Big Beaver
I was at the Gucci store tryna meet Peter
n*gga, I did not f*ck your ho, she a skeet eater
I love my new Glock, I go to sleep with it
Paranoid when I'm at the crib, I go pee with it
Got addicted to the lean when I seen Lil E with it
It was me and E in front of Quan house, in the Jeep trippin'
If you see mе out there on Cecil, I got Skeet with mе
Grab the rock, finna take a shot, score three with it
Just grabbed a pop and a six of Wock' and poured a three in it
Clip a n*gga ends with the K, now it's uneven
You'll never catch me slippin', I be with the one people
He thought he got shot with a toy 'cause the gun see-through
b*tch had asked me for some money talkin' 'bout she broke, sh*t, me too
I heard your n*gga f*cked up, wouldn't wanna be you
Might pour it all in one pop when I drop, so I let E do it
[Interlude: GrindHard E]
Alright, you gon' let me do it?

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Pour it all in one pop, when it's gone, I be like, "We stupid"
Call somebody else— alright
Call somebody else that got the drank and then redo it
I don't how to cook cakes, I let Freeze do it
It seem like n*ggas hologram 'cause I see through 'em
b*tch, pull your panties up, I don't eat coochie
Suprised the sh*t out an opp, they seen me shootin'
One n*gga can't catch me slippin', they need three to do it
Can't take his head off with the Glock, I bet the E do it
Ri' nodded off doin' a video and had to reshoot it
Shot the gun, that b*tch jammed on me, I had to reshoot it
b*tch missed her vein shootin' dope, she had to reshoot it
Young, intelligent entrepreneurs, they think we stupid
Unc' f*cked the dope up, he had to redo it
(f*ck, I almost—), I almost spilled my cup
You got a sore on your lip, you can't hit my blunt
Cussed my b*tch out 'cause she kept tryna hit my cup
First time my white boy shopped with me, he had beginner's luck
I gave him a tester and a lot of credit
b*tch got a credit score high as hell, let me use your debit
n*gga walked in the crib when I— alright
n*gga walked in when I was hittin' his b*tch, I had to shoot him naked
Hit him in the head with the Glock, he was doo-doo messy (Aw sh*t)
That's diarrhea
I almost f*cked the baddest b*tch, but she had gonorrhea
Was 'bout to pull up on another b*tch, but I'm not a cheater
Was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but Mike and Kidd got it cheaper
Like all my sales come to me, but got a— then I gotta meet 'em
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just drunk some D'USSÉ, let Vonta Grayy talk me out a feature
I can't teach you how to make a hundred K, bro, I'm not a teacher
Up the strap at the hoop game and shot up the bleachers
b*tch, your teeth yellow, f*ck some toothpaste, ho, you gotta bleach 'em
You can't be playin' with the Percocets, bruh, you gotta eat 'em
Spray the crowd with a hundred shots and hit a lot of people
This Black tastin' good, it must be the lean
Went to sleep of Wock' and had a dream I might be a fiend
Everybody tellin' now, that must be the thing
But I can't believe them n*ggas said I told, that sh*t unbelievable
Never thought I'd make a million dollars, now it's achievable
Articulate when it come to math, I can read too
Glock got a di*k on it, but not the one you pee through
You caught your first body in 2010? sh*t, me too
When I pull up, hurry up and come outside 'fore I leave you
Eight racks for a verse, sh*t, my kids gotta eat too
Pourin' up the Wock' ain't workin', man, let me see a needle
n*gga, that ain't a real Grand National, that's a Regal
Mike got us CPLs, but the AR got a grip, that's illegal