Calling From Rio

Yeah Rasta man Ladies and gentlemen, everybody, stand Top's on the stage, nigga Convertible, that's brainless No whisperin', lose the suppressor I wan' make sure the neighbors hear this bitch Baow! I done stretched him 36 O's, that's my big brother Package protection, a stolen MAC-11 Congressmen control congression Look who been supportin' the section Lucid dreams, a bad bitch who I been sexin' Godly things, I'm stoppin' for some gas I'm pullin' up in seven Jazlyn bracelet with the AP glazin' I bought this bitch out heaven Ain't no fakin', Jason too amazin', money on collective Write me out, don't stall me out, I'm takin' off I'll take the label, rip it off I'm shippin' straight back to the North (calm and collective) Confiscatin', bitch, I plan on collectin' 9-11 or the Chevy? Tote that hammer like I'm Hamilton Leonard' DiCaprio, I'm action, bitch K2 ain't never damage me Jump out, swing my tool This bitch go "boom," and I'm gon' damage him Be cool, you ain't no fool You better not fuck 'round with this management Girl, you ain't that cruel, she break the rules And I'm gon' slam the bitch Money purple, blue, I need my food Bitch, where my sandwich went? Callin' from Rio She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian" She gon' fuck with BoBo 'Fore you know, she brought the labels in There go money, came in like a storm through the night (Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load But I'm gon' make the shit right (Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime Shot inside the leg, could barely run Now run it back And I just reconstruct the hood, hunter chased him down 11 out the gat Out the chopper, bitch, this strictly facts Now you could quit the rap Before you rat, we set a trap Informant ain't gon' make it back Informin', I stepped out in Saint Laurent, my Castellano swag Four levels in the house, I'm talkin' levee in the South Before the fireworks could set, that cutter bangin', lettin' off They know Tovar, that's my dog Stay mask down, can't see his face What's the perhaps? No ankle bracelet If it's too serious, Henry drive I'm screamin' metal 'til I break it Too many complicated faces This bitch amazin', I don't want her BoBo want her, she a goner Plenty money in the corner I'm still livin' like a loner I say I'm broke, but, shit, my wife got too much money Before I walked up out the house Inside my wallet, she stuffed a hundred I say, "MooMoo", now that's my daughter Respondin' to me, she call me "honey" Old days, them pussy niggas saw me bummin' A pickup game, they ain't wan' run it And now my actions they referrin' as actin' funny, they want money Hold on, I owe no nigga, she wan' go see GloRilla Hitters, I just wanna roll with 'em, switch the flow with 'em They be hangin' out while I be bringin' in the loads with 'em How high you can go? I say I'm chosen, ain't got no ceilings These niggas with me, diamonds glistenin' I done kicked the doors with 'em I just sent the blitz, don't ask 'bout this, condonin' no killin' Herm pull on side and sprayed the ride, and he left holes in it Montana hold his child, who am I? Known gravedigger Callin' from Rio She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian" She gon' fuck with BoBo 'Fore you know, she brought the labels in There go money, came in like a storm through the night (Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load But I'm gon' make the shit right (Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime