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Rap War
1,939
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rap War was released on January 10, 2025 by #Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE as a part of the album RIO FREE
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Release DateJanuary 10, 2025
Label#Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM121

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Apiu Deng Anyar
Apiu Deng Anyar
Songwriter
Dwayne William Moore
Dwayne William Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne616
Wayne616
Producer
Pablo616
Pablo616
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Money is not everything, it's the only thing
It's a Wayne beat
I'm Aisha, another lovin' one
It's Jay Z, blah, blah
[Verse 1]
Five racks on a fit, bitch, I act stupid
V's and a green Bravis look like a crab movin'
Got the bitch suckin' dick while her ass movin'
Be the CO bitch down in Centerac tour
On some bullshit, I done got into some rat war
Bring your dog shit out, let's have a rap war
I might buy a 'Rari truck before we start the tour
I went to one ****'s, the letter start with four
Supreme Forces 300, swear to cost four
That's forty-three hundred on some shit that I barely wore
He just shot you in the leg, bro, you barely sore
I'm paranoid, answer the phone in my scary voice
Back in 2013, we was the Larry boys
Four karats in each ear, I'm with them Jerry boys
If you ain't tryna drop shit, then what you say that for?
Bitch, I'm rich now and I will not cap, that's what I say that for
[Verse 2]
You can't compare your man to me, he very poor
Mix the Trish with the Quake and that's very demure
I seen a **** get his shit pushed back, I'm paranoid
We run from the state police, we call 'em Cherry Boys
Hit a left then a right, there we never was
Baby ghost a demon, he will not spare you in the club
I pulled off on my big bro and left him with a dub
I'm on my own shit, I swear I'm tired of helpin' **** up
[Verse 3]
Seventy racks of lever-X, I just got out of prison
I keep it real, the bustdown ain't mine, Jerry left it with me
I went with my nephew Jair, Sharon left him with me
I got a hundred in the clip, a spare **** fifty
KB got that trigger thing, could share it to his em'
It's fucked up, he tried to get a biggie bag, I left at Wendy's
Bottle cap Balenci' belt, it was eleven-fifty
Like, how we talkin' 'bout some shit that I never mention?
Them **** just can dress better than me, was never better than me
I might pop out in my city with a letter with me
That's a whole M, hoppin' out the 'Rari truck with the chrome Timbs
Real business man, ****, you will never hear me, say my phone dead
Matter of fact, where the fuck my other phone at?
****, I got pussy when I was in jail, wasn't no phone sex
And I paid the bitch to bring me a pint of Old Red
You ain't got more money than me, fuckin' bonehead
We just dropped to eight, but you can never tell 'cause it's a cold red
Yeah, you really killed the tour, your shows was dead
Kidnapped, make him shoot himself in his own forehead
I done drunk so much, drank, feel like an old man
Zero miles on the Maybach, it got flowed in
It got towed in
Probably in a rack with a switch on me in the low end
With some blowheads, man
[Outro]
Come on, come on
Written by: Apiu Deng Anyar, Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Dwayne William Moore, Elijah Ames
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