CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 810 Nigga
What up, Helly?
It's Rio Da Yung OG, n***a, Boyz in this b*t*h, n***a
What up, Vez??IUR?sh*t (Helluva made?this beat, baby)
I'm an 810 n***a,?but I'm good in the D
Got love on the West?and?I'm?good on the?East
Shout out my?n***a Helly, put his soul in this beat
Hit you in your top, leave your soul in the street
This n***a locked up and he owed me some cheese
I think I'ma f**k the n***a ho 'til he free
My Glock a strip club, it's a pole and it's heat
This f**kin' .308'll leave potholes in the street
Ghetto Boyz, b*t*h, this sh*t really on the floor
Free Peezy, I'ma make her scream it when I hit the ho
I'm a boss, you a worker, n***a, get the door
N***as wave ridin' so hard, they gon' flip the boat
Blow a n***a candles out, his body gettin' cold
My f**kin' back went out hittin' the dope, I think I'm gettin' old
Knock a n***a head off, I gotta switch my clothes
White tips in the AR, this b*t*h got pretty toes
Damn, Unc, let me hold somethin'
Slimy, wipe a n***a sh*t like his nose runnin'
I'm grimy, I'll take a n***a's soul over four hundred
Try me, I bet I catch a body, DeJ Loaf know me
I'll stomp the dope twice in some WaveRunners
AK smokin' and choo-chooing like a train coming
Shootin' K's at the Thanksgiving parade, we just rained on it
Neurological when she suck d**k, I need a brain surgeon
What?
What?
Yeah, shoot him in his top, now his brain hurtin' (Bah)
F**k an opp, you never popped no chopper, yeah, your K virgin, ayy
I be out the way, but I stay servin' (Yeah)
Left thirty-eight 7.62s, that's eight hundred, n***a (That chopper)
Always gettin' high, b*t*h, I stay buzzin' (Skrrt)
I pour a pop and need another line like the page turnin' (Gettin' high, n***a)
Yeah, got a ghetto b*t*h, she a head hunter (For real)
Between the block, rap, and sellin' wop, do the same numbers, n***a (That's a fact)
Turn a n***a Wraith to a drophead (Skrrt)
We shoot it out, I throw that b*t*h away like the Glock dead (Bah)
Ayy, got an att**ude, I'm a hothead (Yeah)
This thug life, I take a n***a money like Pac said, b*t*h (Ghetto Boy)
Sign on the 40 say, "Stop playin'" (Pu**y)
Them shots dumpin', I'll drop somethin', got hot hands, n***a (Got hot hands)
If you ain't caught no body, we not friends (Uh-uh)
The Drank God, I got her on her knees and she not prayin', ugh (Drank God)
It's Rio Da Yung OG, n***a, Boyz in this b*t*h, n***a
What up, Vez??IUR?sh*t (Helluva made?this beat, baby)
I'm an 810 n***a,?but I'm good in the D
Got love on the West?and?I'm?good on the?East
Shout out my?n***a Helly, put his soul in this beat
Hit you in your top, leave your soul in the street
This n***a locked up and he owed me some cheese
I think I'ma f**k the n***a ho 'til he free
My Glock a strip club, it's a pole and it's heat
This f**kin' .308'll leave potholes in the street
Ghetto Boyz, b*t*h, this sh*t really on the floor
Free Peezy, I'ma make her scream it when I hit the ho
I'm a boss, you a worker, n***a, get the door
N***as wave ridin' so hard, they gon' flip the boat
Blow a n***a candles out, his body gettin' cold
My f**kin' back went out hittin' the dope, I think I'm gettin' old
Knock a n***a head off, I gotta switch my clothes
White tips in the AR, this b*t*h got pretty toes
Damn, Unc, let me hold somethin'
Slimy, wipe a n***a sh*t like his nose runnin'
I'm grimy, I'll take a n***a's soul over four hundred
Try me, I bet I catch a body, DeJ Loaf know me
I'll stomp the dope twice in some WaveRunners
AK smokin' and choo-chooing like a train coming
Shootin' K's at the Thanksgiving parade, we just rained on it
Neurological when she suck d**k, I need a brain surgeon
What?
What?
Yeah, shoot him in his top, now his brain hurtin' (Bah)
F**k an opp, you never popped no chopper, yeah, your K virgin, ayy
I be out the way, but I stay servin' (Yeah)
Left thirty-eight 7.62s, that's eight hundred, n***a (That chopper)
Always gettin' high, b*t*h, I stay buzzin' (Skrrt)
I pour a pop and need another line like the page turnin' (Gettin' high, n***a)
Yeah, got a ghetto b*t*h, she a head hunter (For real)
Between the block, rap, and sellin' wop, do the same numbers, n***a (That's a fact)
Turn a n***a Wraith to a drophead (Skrrt)
We shoot it out, I throw that b*t*h away like the Glock dead (Bah)
Ayy, got an att**ude, I'm a hothead (Yeah)
This thug life, I take a n***a money like Pac said, b*t*h (Ghetto Boy)
Sign on the 40 say, "Stop playin'" (Pu**y)
Them shots dumpin', I'll drop somethin', got hot hands, n***a (Got hot hands)
If you ain't caught no body, we not friends (Uh-uh)
The Drank God, I got her on her knees and she not prayin', ugh (Drank God)
