Brain Dead Cellow (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll get to shit talkin' in your booth if I get comfortable
Just made a hundred cash, went to the store and bought a Lunchable
You got a hundred cash on you? Me too
Eight-hundred-dollar Dior shirt and it's see-through
Got a pint of Act', I'm drinkin' ones, I'm on Wink too
(Damn, 2Side, where you get that beat from?)

[Verse 1: Cellow]
Run it up, run it up
I just dropped a bag, but I'm gon' make it back a hundred plus
Forty-two on top of my shoe, I love my Balenci runners
Got the LEDs, I just be spendin', you can't die with cheese
Spank after spank, I remember dumpin' QPs
Showin' love to all my loyal custos, givin' free G's
Bitch gon' let me fuck 'cause I got bag, but she won't get a thing
I could grab the Percs, but I gеt enough dealin' with the geeks
Early bird gon' еat the most, might stop and get breakfast at Sheikhs
I ain't even famous, bitches starin' like a meet-and-greet
I can't even blame 'em, we just pulled up bigger than a fleet
Bitch know everything in my jeans long, so she clenchin' her teeth
She wanna taste the Cell
Got ten racks tucked in all blues and she can't even tell
They sleep on me and I don't know why, my name been ringin' bells
The opps know what it is, they see me and they tuckin' tails
My boys good at dumpin' shells
Target practice at the range, play, we shootin' for the nail
Even if we leave a nigga breathin', bet he braindead
Last thing that he seen J-U-double-G with the chain red
Red rum if you mentionin' my name, I get the gang dead, bitch