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Rio Da Yung OG

Not Again

 

Not Again

(album: Testers, Pt. 2 - 2019)


(Ooh, SAV killed it)

Man, this shit get deeper than the Devils Lake
In the newest 'Vette, I stumped the pedal 'til the metal break
Nigga chain full of VS1s, but the medal fake
I'm finna drink a whole pint, that's how I meditate
Throw a party on a opp block, we call that celebrating
Nigga shooting .22 chops, they barely penetrating
Nigga play with me, he gon' get the key to Heaven's gates
Two phones ringing back to back like I'm Kevin Gates
I got some dogs from Louisiana
And my juice plug keep getting act, I think he from Dallas
Nigga run up on me tripping, he gon' need a casket
Fuck around and run into a Drake like he be in Canada
Shit getting out of hand, I'ma need a manager
Thirty clip poking, can't conceal it, I'ma need a stander
Put my son in bed in a pair of Louis V pyjamas
I used to sleep on dirty floors, now I sleep in phantoms
Wake up on Miami Beach, all I see is sand
Take a look out my kitchen window, all I see is land
It only been thirty minutes, I made three more bands
Too much paper, I can't even blow it, I'ma need a fan
I can't even count it, I need three more hands
I was 'bout to up the strap on dog, but he might be a fan
Fifty grands, it kinda pale, it's gon' need a tan, man
The AR got titties on it, it's gon' need a bra
I just put a pint together, it's gon' need some panties
Had to call my nigga, double up, I know he gon' wrap it
'Bout to sell it to my country nigga, you know Rio gon' tax him
Whole time, I'm in the backseat, I'm praying he don't crack it
Drinking Hi-Tech, pop red as a Dorito wrapper
Deal off if the seal off, bro, you can keep your achy
Yes, I turned the pint down just 'cause a piece of plastic
I don't want it if it ain't sealed
I'll turn that feature money down if you ain't real
Pull my Glock out, empty your pockets, nigga, stay still
I'm finna sell a hunnid roxies, but they ain't pills
Yeah, they pressed up
Only sold my nigga two lines, I poured the rest up
Told you I'ma take your head off, boy, put that vest up
Right now the ball in my position, nigga, check up

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