Headache - Rio Da Yung OG

I been drinking lean for years, I’m addicted

It ain’t nothin' to brag about but I’m experienced

I ain’t been asleep in days, I’m delirious

You will never make it in the street, you ain’t serious

My nigga boostin' credit scores like Experian

Punch a hunnid' phones, then go sell 'em in Liberia

Doggy think he 'bout to rob me, he must be ignorant

You got a better chance on going to Egypt and building pyramids

It ain’t considered dog shit unless it’s a light fifty

I got a hunnid' hunnid’s on me, I dont like fifties

You want some lean?

Call-, he be pint whippin'

I would say his name, but that’d be dry snitchin'

I’m thinking should I drop a Patek or just sky dwell it

Take a nigga chain, if it’s real then I might sell it

Niggas sweat they froze with fake jewlery, bro yo ice meltin'

Said you got that chain from Gary, you a lie teller

I can really get some oil, 'cause I know Arabs

You had a run for thirty days, that shit ain’t last

I know a spot OT that’s greener than some fake grass

You dropped a whole pint but it ain’t break you, 'cause it ain’t glass

I dropped a six of vintage red, that shit broke me down

Before you hit a lick on us, you better scope it out

I can ask a random bitch for head, she 'gon blow me down

Thirty bitches with us in the club, but ain’t no hoes around

Four nicks and FNs, I don’t play with nines

AKs and .223 bullets’ll break yo spine

If I drop some change on you, boy, then it ain’t no dimes

I can’t even drink a deuce of lean, that’s a waste of time

My granny still’ll pop a nigga and she eighty nine

I guess it’s in my genes

You got a ten in yo safe, that shit in my jeans

I know a nigga who up a hunnid, but still drinking green

My bitch caught me cheatin', I couldn’t do shit but play Billie Jean

If the lights on, we got a fresh batch like Krispy Kreme

John got a check for eighty bands, but he still a fiend

My nigga turned into KD, he on a different team

These hoes the same way, they’ll do anything to get a ring

Lit but I’m the star on the top, y’all a Christmas tree

I got a headache

Fuck some water, I’ma stop the game and take a Tech break

I knew that wasn’t no Hellcat, he ain’t have red breaks

Fuck a piece of paper in a bank, I’m on a check chase

I just ran up a hunnid, I need a leg brace

Remember when I worked a 9 to 5, like «when the next break?»

Sucked me up for so long, she need a neck brace

Finger fuck the racks and record it, that’s a sex tape