Lyrics: Semaja Render/Nathaniel Band/Rio Leyva/Melissa Sarah Griffiths
Music: Nathaniel Band/Semaja Render/Melissa Sarah Griffiths/Rio Leyva
Rio
10Fifty, I love you
I don′t want no shooters from the Southside
Racks comin' in tell ′em drop it on a red eye
Millie said stop holdin' back, bring the hell out
Why the **** I put a paper tag on the Scat?
When 12 came free they got a handle on the TEC
Know I had to hit it I ain't gone for a day
Motion sensors in the car like a ****in′ Wraith
Got a lil′ kid I ain't goin′ for a mess
Minus all the bullshit, have a lot of sex
I never had shit so I'ma go ′head and flex
I don't trust shit, learned that from my ex
Took a gamechange, from the south over here
I done been through a lot so boy don′t test
Road rage, livin' life on edge
I ain't got a choice, you can′t hold one rare
Hit ′em with the clic-clac, say I wanna big bag
If you got them big racks,
Gonna have to stack that (You want a milli, bring that check up)
Trust me that I'm bad bad, I already know that
If you tryna pull through, better have the big cash
Told me to get it, I get it, he got it
It′s Millie and Gotit, we drippin', we locked in
We ain′t driving basic, we only want foreigns
Give a **** 'bout your check when we already flooded
I found a swing
Do what I told ′em,
Just belive me (If you got them big racks, gonna have to stack that)
Just look for me, he's a Grim
10 o'clock, street got millions (If you Tryna pull through, better have the big cash)
Get ′em out, shoot a TEC,
Tell ′em bring through bling (We drippin', we locked in)
Seen that store, car parked in
Popped another pill, I′m ready to go
Saw you get that ass, he start laughing and geeked all night
She ain't told him a joke (Quavo)
He so geeked ain′t really had a name on the ass
He said lil' mama which way to go
Matter of fact, why you stayin′ a ho?
She said gettin' out the hood my goal
He said "You still got family over here?"
She looked at him and said "Fo' sho′"
Meanwhile, I′m still posted at the store
Waitin' for him to pull up to wipe his nose
We gotta get higher, you know how it goes
Big headlights come flyin′ down the road
Thinkin' to myself, look at that bust pullin′ in that Ghost
He ain't even know no shit ′bout the goat
I'm finna show the lil' nigga how we roll
Popped out, Glock out, put it to his head, pussy nigga shut up
Put to heads that′s gon′ show some better
Boy you think you
Millie feel like coming up
Yeah, I got drip, stack it up to the ceiling
Come get it
He gon' get it, pop a fitted
He on this side,
He better think the bullet hot like chili
Come on with this wrestling, got a perfect killing (Mercedes)
One more time, while pistol whippin′
I'ma let the Bentley start revvin′
Millie get the bag, hurry, let's get it
Bet the pussy learn my name in these trenches
I don′t want no shooters from the Southside
Racks comin' in tell 'em drop it on a red eye
Millie said stop holdin′ back, bring the hell out
Why the **** I put a paper tag on the Scat?
When 12 came free they got a handle on the TEC
Know I had to hit it I ain′t gone for a day
Motion sensors in the car like a ****in' Wraith
Got a lil′ kid I ain't goin′ for a mess
Minus all the bullshit, have a lot of sex
I never had shit so I'ma go ′head and flex
I don't trust shit, learned that from my ex
Took a gamechange, from the south over here
I done been through a lot so boy don't test
Road rage, livin′ life on edge
I ain′t got a choice, you can't hold one rare
I ain′t got a choice, you can't hold one rare
I ain′t got a choice, you can't hold one rare