RIO FLOW! lyrics

[Verse]
b*tch I'm tryna relax in here
Balling like I'm bron, but I always been cavalier
Like I ran a slot and I'm open, dog pass a beer
When I walk in, n*gga shut up like massa here
Yeah, y'all n*ggas can't handle fear
She might want the di*k right now, but my family here
Future real bright like it's 8000 candles near
Mama said don't drop anything til the samples clear
But I'm finna do it anyway
You either with me, against me, or you just in my way
Got a white b*tch selling pus*y up at Notre Dame
Lightskin shooters on my side, I play for Golden State
"That's the hardest sh*t you done said", it's just a throwaway
Told her "byе" and left her numb, she listеning to "Novocaine"
Ion even argue no more, man I just go away
They think i'm nonchalant, but I was born with a poker face
Beefing with a old ass n*gga but I don't know his name
He out here in the streets like he ain't grow up watching "Growing Pains"
He got a .22? Oh i'm scared, lemme load the K
Take him off this earth, then autograph the stone on his grave
My cousin snitched and still lost his case, we just gon' leave him in
Last n*gga played with my name was never seen again
Lil' b*tch out here playing hard to get when she got easy friends
Told the vibe that I was bout to nut and she said "leave it in"
You must really think I'm stupid, huh?
Put them hoes on shuffle, got me feeling like I'm Cupid, huh
That n*gga di*k sucking, yeah no more passing you the blunt
It's only the eleventh, I done spent a thousand through the month
I ain't tripping though, cause I'ma make it back
Teach a oldhead new slang, he out here saying "wack"
Put money on your books and you told? Give me my paperback
We are not in school no more, ain't no debating that
f*cking on this b*tch, it got me feeling like I'm Himothy
This the first song I finished finished all month, used to do ten a week
n*ggas want a feature, but can't even pay a rental fee
Keep playing like I ain't already dug where you finna be
I got a couple more if your brothers wanna mention me
My reach like I got 100 arms, Human Centipede
Talk to me nice if you wanna continue breathing
I know that when I die, I'ma reside where the sinners be
New pack coming through the mail, I just ordered it
It took so damn long to make this song cause I recorded it
Walk into the mall and I can tell you ain't affording sh*t
Bro bro got them blue and red pills, I call him Morpheus
I ain't even say sh*t there, but you gon' bob your head
Every motherf*cker that ain't gon' be dropping dead
Try to run off on the plug, he gon' chop your leg
My lungs coated in THC, what the doctor said
Hit her from the back, she say she feel it in her throat
Every single b*tch i f*cked done told me, "40, you the GOAT"
Could run up numbers on this track, I knew how to promote
He still stuck on my ex b*tch, these n*ggas do the most