Unemployment Unkle DMoney (Ft. King Ca$hes & Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
The fuckin' drank made my throat dry
What up, Ca$hes?
Good lookin' on that too
I'm back, nigga
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ca$hes called me with Hi-Tech, this feel like a dream
My bitch made me breakfast and head, I feel like a king
Clear cream soda red as fuck, it look like a beam
Odell put his hands on me this morning, so I'm kinda mean
RPs and prometh' codeine 'cause I love itchin'
Shot him in his head on a mistake, bro, my gun trippin'
Inhalin' crack cocaine as a kid, my lungs different
Tell security he can't check my coat, I got a gun in it
[Verse 2: Unkle D Money]
Off an RP, rollin' Sunday Paper on a Tuesday
Twenty off of fraud, still ain't add up what the blues made
Nigga think he Superman, this FN turn to doomsday
My bitch was trippin' hard, I punched her Fendi slides with no shoelace
The 'bows been gone for two days, the house still stinkin'
Barry out in Cali shootin' plays, bitch, I'm still crankin'
Fuck dreams, my niggas chasin' chicken, we the real chasers
Guns in the club, that ain't a strobe light, that's a real laser (King)
The fuckin' drank made my throat dry
What up, Ca$hes?
Good lookin' on that too
I'm back, nigga
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ca$hes called me with Hi-Tech, this feel like a dream
My bitch made me breakfast and head, I feel like a king
Clear cream soda red as fuck, it look like a beam
Odell put his hands on me this morning, so I'm kinda mean
RPs and prometh' codeine 'cause I love itchin'
Shot him in his head on a mistake, bro, my gun trippin'
Inhalin' crack cocaine as a kid, my lungs different
Tell security he can't check my coat, I got a gun in it
[Verse 2: Unkle D Money]
Off an RP, rollin' Sunday Paper on a Tuesday
Twenty off of fraud, still ain't add up what the blues made
Nigga think he Superman, this FN turn to doomsday
My bitch was trippin' hard, I punched her Fendi slides with no shoelace
The 'bows been gone for two days, the house still stinkin'
Barry out in Cali shootin' plays, bitch, I'm still crankin'
Fuck dreams, my niggas chasin' chicken, we the real chasers
Guns in the club, that ain't a strobe light, that's a real laser (King)
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