Rio Da Yung Og Long Live Drakeo The Ruler Lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma teach you somethin'
Tryna show you somethin', let me teach you somethin'

[Verse]
A thousand hundred-dollar bills, a hundred thousand
A thousand stacks of thousands, that's a million dollars
They not exterminators, but they killin' mouses
I'm tryna drop a nigga, y'all be killin' houses
Damn, what the f*ck is that?
You shoot the crib up, then you know that shit coming back
Nigga, shoot your granny crib up, get something splat
Nigga knock on your front door and run in with a MAC
Boom, that mean everybody dies
Everybody not gon' make a million, but everybody try
But is they really tryin'?
Them niggas said they slidin', but is we really dyin'?
You gotta think about it
Bring me a pint of Quagen, I'll drink the bottle
Chillin' with some young fine shit, she lеt me meet her mama
I met hеr yesterday, she let me beat tomorrow
Two-hundred-fifty K, I knock the weekend down, boy
I can make a million dollars every month
Just let me out this house, bitch, I'm gon' run it up
I think I drunk too much pop, I f*cked my stomach up
But I wasn't drinking clean pops, boy, I poured something up
Like ooh, what you pour, Tris' or some Quagen?
Bitch, I had some Wock' on my tongue, I still can taste it
Nigga, last time you drunk Act' was 2018
Last time I drunk Alpharma January 18th, this year
When I did my first show
Do you know how it felt? I sold my first 'bow I'll jump out on a skit wearing church clothes
Please don't play with baby bro, he really hurt folks, like real
Like really, like real life
I got this shit from Wafi, boy, this real ice
You went to status jeweler and got a deal twice
I signed with EMPIRE back in 19, ain't signed a deal twice
Nah, I'm still independent, I'm still in the trenches
If we talking 'bout work, I'm still in the kitchen
But the studio my kitchen, I be flippin' chickens
Give me thirty for a verse, I rap for fifty minutes, nigga
I'm a motherf*ckin' scram scraper
I'm a gaffle boy, we get our damn paper
M.I.N.E Entertainment, that's the damn label
Come sign with us right now, we turn you up, baby
I just did a collab with the runt people
We smoking real weed, you little dumb people
Four thousand for a 'bow, but ain't nothin' for sale
I hate when niggas start this beef shit, then get they brother killed
Like damn, boy, you should've warned your family
Like, bitch, why you come over and you ain't wear no panties?
You must be tryna f*ck, bitch, you out of luck
I'm Wockied up, I'm stockin' up
I done bust two nuts today, so I ain't got enough
I'll jump off stage right now and f*ck somebody up
I'm chillin' with my old head, he poured some Quali' up
But he only poured a deuce, that shit just not enough, nigga, I'm gone