YN Jay - Distrokid lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] Alright, yeah Alright, yeah Alright, alright, alright, alright Shout out to DistroKid Alright, man, shout out to DistroKid, bro I'm signed to them, ni**a, you know what I'm saying? (313 Mafia) I just checked my sh*t today and I'm happy (Alright) [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Shout out to DistroKid, they got me lookin like the brick man Walking through the hood with some big plans How you up a hundred K, but you cryin' over six bands? The way I run the money up, I got six legs How you gon' drop a hundred shots, bro? You ain't even put the clip in How you gon' su*k my dick good? I ain't even put the tip in I'm finna fu*k her for an hour, then I'm dippin' Me and Louie finna pour a whole four in a Lipton I be drinkin' pints of Wock' with my rich friends [Verse 2: Louie Ray] Lil' brodie off E, look how his lip dance I can tote the four-nick with two clips in these big pants You gotta get us all on cam, brodie, switch lens Yeah, alright, you ready? I gotta get the next piece did all baguettey sh*t crazy, they don't wanna see us win, no confetti Signed to DistroKid 'cause they payin' out heavy [Verse 3: YN Jay] Woo I'll have my Florida boy come and get you, he got six dreads Yeah, the big dreads I just hopped off the bench and start shootin', I'm the sixth man Your b*tch don't got no ass, she got thick legs I just hopped fresh off a plane, I'm a displayer In the club standin' on the table while my sh*t playin' I'm a shooting guard, I'm not a big man Yeah, okay Your b*tch give me good top, she got a big head Walked in the house late as fu*k, got my b*tch mad Your b*tch wanna ride dick, she at Six Flags Damn, how she end up there? [Verse 4: Louie Ray] You was just talkin' 'bout beef, how you end up scared? Who was that ridin' down the street? I'm well aware Ayy, I just heard your new sh*t, yeah, that new sh*t everywhere I ain't someone to approach, I got a dark stare You might not believe it is, but it's a heart there You would think I hate the hood, look how I park there [Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG] Yeah, where the 'caine at? Plug wanted me to sell dope, he sick I came rap Lift up your b*tch shirt, over her ass where my name at fu*k her good, then wake her son up like, "Where your game at?" Oh, you wanna go to war? Why you ain't say that? Want a verse from me, damn near— you wanna pay that? I've been feeding my pockets cheese all day, they gon' stay fat Creep up on him like, "You need some help?" b*tch, I'm A-Wax Right now a pint of red eight racks, but I can pay that b*tch, my rent twenty-eight hundred, where you stay at? Just took a loss on twenty-eight racks, I'm finna shake back [Verse 6: YN Jay] Man I ain't gon' lie, lately, I've been drinkin' Wock' like I can't act I was never good at movie roles 'cause I can't act fu*k, I just failed my ACT 'cause I can't act Burberry hat four hundred, but I can't cap I'll beat a ni**a ass right now, bet you can't scrap I just pulled up with Lil Yachty in a Maybach Backseat came with a recliner, I be laid back I can tell you 'bout some old sh*t, it was way back (Ahh) I just shot a ni**a 'cause he owed me money, is that payback? [Verse 7: Louie Ray] I'll fu*k your story up and go a page back I should do some crazy sh*t and get a face tat I wonder if the blunt gon' hit the same if I lace that Mmm, with some good rock I just made too much money for a shoebox Ahh, I'm too hot I need a lot of ice quick, go to Icebox They keep tryin' to figure me out, need an autops' I'll drop a ni**a roof, he a soft top [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] sh*t Yeah, alright, where we at? Alright We at the Piston game smokin' zaz' in the skybox Askin' all the white people, "Do I look high or not?" I'm finna run a bag up in some high-tops When it's time to slide, all I see is red, I need eye drops ni**a, I keep a gun on me, why would I box? It's a three of Act', dinosaur juice, we drinkin' triclops Chains makin' too much noise, I gotta take em off Unc' cleaned the whole block up, I gotta break him off Yeah, them panties you got cute, but take 'em off And I'm tryna see if you really bad, take the makeup off Run up on me, I ain't got a gun, I'll break your jaw Yeah, I run off on a plug, but I paid him off fu*k the police, I'ma break the law [Verse 9: YN Jay] Ahh I think dog got COVID-19, he got a dry cough I be coochie scoutin' in the dark, I'm a night hawk I ain't let the pit off the— ahh I ain't let the pit off the leash, but I fight dogs I can't look down from the top 'cause I might fall New b*tch don't even su*k dick, she just like balls Yeah, she just lick balls I'ma drop my nuts in her mouth, she got big jaws I just push a red bu*ton every time your b*tch call [Verse 10: Louie Ray] How the fu*k you got hair, but your b*tch— okay How the fu*k you got hair, but your b*tch bald? I can't jump from up here, it's too far to fall This b*tch talk too much, call her blab-it-all I'm damn near too fair, let you have it all Now you got the big head, you a tritops My cook space got a name, call it pie locks I ain't tryna go to sleep, I need eye locks We at the point to the point to where we can't stop Yeah