CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dream Dead
Wood on the beat
Yeah
It's Rio, n***a, Da Yung OG
Boyz in this b*t*h, what up, Philthy??(The?realest)
It's Rio, you?wanna talk sh*t, get at me
B*t*h,?I feel like Deebo when Craig threw that brick at him
All that sh*t you sayin' cap, you need to quit rappin'
All I talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
I'm the youngest OG, hope that make sense to you
If you ain't got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
Old K and two Glocks on me, I'm invincible
You run off with a gram, I'ma kill you, it's just the principle
I'm off a half a pint right now, I'm kinda tipsy
I'm talkin' 'bout an eight of red, b*t*h, not no liquor
Five grams in a Backwood, I hate the taste of Swishers
I don't trick, but if she bald-headed, I'll pay for interest
My n***a Philthy Big 59, I'm from the 810
Used to shoot balls, now I sell hookahs, I don't play no more
Used to be broke, sittin' back chillin' like the pape' gon' grow
On trees, but now I chase it, I don't wait no more (Hey)
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads (Ayy, it's Philthy, n***a)
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead? (Uh-huh, look)
My b*t*h don't follow me, but she follow my opps
When five-O hit the block, I just swallow my rocks
My uncle sellin' dope out my granny house
A n***a snitchin' from my hood, I bet we ran him out
Boyz ENT, free the Ghetto
I ain't never won an award or a medal
But I bet I count a couple million a few times
I just ate a Cup O'Noodles on the futon
Wells and Chase shut down both bank accounts
If you chase the sucker down, you better make it count
Pretty shell, this sh*t gettin' overrided manually
Need an approval through the bank, that's family
Da Yung OG, that's Rio
Big 59, that's me though
I don't sip lean no more, I had to kick the habit
Send them n***as to your funeral, make 'em flip the casket, it's Philthy
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
Yeah
It's Rio, n***a, Da Yung OG
Boyz in this b*t*h, what up, Philthy??(The?realest)
It's Rio, you?wanna talk sh*t, get at me
B*t*h,?I feel like Deebo when Craig threw that brick at him
All that sh*t you sayin' cap, you need to quit rappin'
All I talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
I'm the youngest OG, hope that make sense to you
If you ain't got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
Old K and two Glocks on me, I'm invincible
You run off with a gram, I'ma kill you, it's just the principle
I'm off a half a pint right now, I'm kinda tipsy
I'm talkin' 'bout an eight of red, b*t*h, not no liquor
Five grams in a Backwood, I hate the taste of Swishers
I don't trick, but if she bald-headed, I'll pay for interest
My n***a Philthy Big 59, I'm from the 810
Used to shoot balls, now I sell hookahs, I don't play no more
Used to be broke, sittin' back chillin' like the pape' gon' grow
On trees, but now I chase it, I don't wait no more (Hey)
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads (Ayy, it's Philthy, n***a)
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead? (Uh-huh, look)
My b*t*h don't follow me, but she follow my opps
When five-O hit the block, I just swallow my rocks
My uncle sellin' dope out my granny house
A n***a snitchin' from my hood, I bet we ran him out
Boyz ENT, free the Ghetto
I ain't never won an award or a medal
But I bet I count a couple million a few times
I just ate a Cup O'Noodles on the futon
Wells and Chase shut down both bank accounts
If you chase the sucker down, you better make it count
Pretty shell, this sh*t gettin' overrided manually
Need an approval through the bank, that's family
Da Yung OG, that's Rio
Big 59, that's me though
I don't sip lean no more, I had to kick the habit
Send them n***as to your funeral, make 'em flip the casket, it's Philthy
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
I'm a motherf**kin' lean head
Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
Sixty for the R's, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
