Uncle Sam - Rio Da Yung Og: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Uncle Sam

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Uncle Sam fue lanzado el 10 de enero de 2025 por #Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE como parte del álbum RIO FREE

Detalles de la canción

Fecha de lanzamiento10 de enero de 2025

Sello discográfico#Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM199

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Rio Da Yung OG

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough

Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough

Autoría

Dwayne William Moore

Dwayne William Moore

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Wayne616

Producción

Skyler Gibbons

Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Intro]

It's a Wayne beat

No cap in my rap, ****

When I rap, ****

I'm so fucked up, I'd probably be strapped to it

I'd probably still fuck a mami

Like I might pull up with a strap on me

[Verse 1]

20,000 dollars and some act on me

And I don't smoke weed, I got a black on me

I really wanna prove a point, I wanna smack somethin'

Half an M, I got a knick-knack on me

Two sticks and a Glock, I got a Kit-Kat on me

You wanna go out to eat with Bud? That's my fat cousin

And he funny than a bitch, but he a smack for me

And this was way before I even had money

Yeah, she pretty in the face, but got a bad structure

We just walked in Blue Flame, leave the tab open

Every time I see your mall, I gotta grab somethin'

[Verse 2]

But I'm on these Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga, I never had nothin'

Thirty ain't work, who got a Lord tab for me?

I been movin' all day like a cab service

**** stole the zip, we put a slab on 'em

But it ain't really 'bout the paper, I never had nothin'

You gotta hit me with that face 'cause why you got a pad on you?

Like, why you pull up knowin' damn well your ass bloody?

Hit a strip on Sunday night, caught crabs Monday

I gotta stop that shit, man, like, that shit really don't be cool

[Verse 3]

I'm out of L.A., who got a bag for me?

You ain't really rich for real if you don't stash money

Who got another crib? I'm tryna grab somethin'

That bitch ass looked real, that's why I grabbed on it

But her fee was kinda big, so I passed on her

Told you 'bout shootin' with Sosa, he a pass on me

I know some **** in the feds been sittin' so long, they ass hurt

I know a doctor who'll write a kid's script, bro, this cast purple

There's no M-B-P if I upload a turtle shell

He drunk so much green, they done sent him to a turtle jail

[Verse 4]

Hustle, I just made a hamburger sale

Your baby daddy should've did that, he the burger man

Most **** can't even write in cursive well

He done signed the contract, this **** dumb as hell

Pull up to the trenches, ask 'em, 'Who got a gun for sale?'

I did forty-four months 'cause I ain't wanna tell

His lil' ass couldn't even do with money in jail

Who got some real weed? This got another smell

I'm tired of people askin' why my cousin tell

I hope that **** go to jail and don't get none of his meal

Bitch, I'm legit, I don't run from twelve

And my TRX not a Striker, I pay 112

[Verse 5]

KB beat the **** ass, then his gun fell

Mike picked it up, dropped a dozen shells

I got confidence, I'll punch a well

I can't give you half a million on a blues, that's why I fuck with Will

I buy my cars from the dealership, I don't fuck with Sam

Like, how y'all get me forty-four months for a couple grams?

Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Dwayne William Moore

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