Rio’s Interlude Lyrics by Joyce Wrice
(Feat. Rio Da Yung Og)
Ghetto
MINE Entertainment
You know what the fuck going on
Aight
Listen up, we in the classroom
What the fuck is you gon’ do? I fly past you
Everything around me, cash rules
I woke up to no sex, I’m in a bad mood
This a 10 m, this a 10 millimeter
It’ll fuck your stomach up like some bad food
If you hit a bitch with a rash raw, you got a rash too
What would you do if you had—? Nah, I wouldn’t even ask you
‘Cause you ain’t never had ten million dollars
A hunnid likes on one post but got ten million followers
You know what that mean
I’m not a cheap nigga, ain’t no drink, I won’t grab green
I’m just not sipping
You can fuck with my bitch, bro, I’m not trippin’
I try to break it down, you just not listening
Fell asleep in a dope house, I got knot missing
And some rocks missing
All you need is cocaine, baking soda in a pot kitchen
And some cold water, man
Why this nigga put a Hellcat motor in old Charger?
Drank man rap and he want a verse so I won’t charge him
That’s my best friend
Like when I get married, the drank man gon’ be my best man
Roll me a pint down the aisle, not no fucking red
You gon’ have post-traumatic stress, you seen what I seen
We ain’t kill him, we just laced him with some Visine
I got a five thousand dollar jacket with Levi jeans
With some Louis Timbs
You better get yo’ shit together if you shoot at him
Me and Jay just bought a pint of Wockhardt, we finna do a 10
Yes, it’s a real fucking pint, we gave dude a 10
You say you wanna learn something, go to school then
Bitch, you broke, yes, I’m talking ’bout you if the shoe fit
Yeah
It’s time to make a hit, I need a ghost writer
I’m trying to do a R&B song, I let Joyce Wrice it
I mean I let Joyce write it
You’s not a real eagle, I can soar higher
I got so much shit on me I need four diapers
Touch the Young OG, little bro
Gon’ crash like a poor driver
