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Rio Da Yung OG
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Real sh*t Dade County, Flint sh*t, n***a SG, yeah, yeah, yeah Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah) Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real sh*t) Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks) Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs) Love my b*t*h, but that b*t*h, she a brat (She a brat) Took a trip to get that b*t*h off my back (Off my back) With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down) 20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now) Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, n***a) Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real sh*t, ayy) Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust sh*t Bring your Glock to the hood, let's have a shootout Bought a 2020 'Vette, blew the roof out I know them hoes hit blow, I brought some oot out Lil' sixty racks on me, brought the loot out Ridin' with the old K, I don't give a f**k who out Lil' dog ain't use his brain, it got blew out Hit your b*t*h and broke the bedframe, she got blew out After I bust my nut, she got threw out Like Phil did that n***a Jazz on Fresh Prince Thirty for a slab, this a fresh brick But he don't even know this a pressed brick Drop a hundred shots out the Glock, it jammed, had to reset it Yeah, n***a, I'm so extra If I buy a deuce with me, I want my extras I can't go a day without my medicine Every n***a 'round me got a felony So Da Yung OG broke, that's what you tellin' me? b*t*h, shut the f**k up and suck my letter D Nowadays, it's ninety-five hundred for a letter E I'm actually glad I caught that case, made a better me I don't know what I'll do, I'm scared of me Five years for a forty rock, that's unfair to me But that came with the game I'm in That n***a name on paperwork, I can't hang with him n***as talkin' 'bout I told, go read again Switchin' up every week, you would never know what we in Couldn't find no K9s, I took three 10s My n***a got twelve years for three attempts Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah) Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real sh*t) Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks) Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs) Love my b*t*h, but that b*t*h, she a brat (She a brat) Took a trip to get that b*t*h off my back (Off my back) With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down) 20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now) Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, n***a) Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real sh*t, ayy) Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust sh*t I'm really havin' heavy pape', you can see the sh*t Fly past in somethin' fast, you just seen a glimpse They like, "Why you ridin' with all them damn guns?" 'Cause we legit n***a, stop runnin' your mouth and go eat a d**k My n***a Salem walked in with a clean pint 5K on drank every day, it been three nights n***a, that's fifteen racks, I could've bought some ice I could've got you ten packs, but you ain't talkin' right Out on bond for a dope case, got me walkin' light Me and Mike f**ked the world up from talkin' spice Got a white b*t*h with blond hair, she a walkin' lice I heard your daddy was a rat, you a walkin' mice Last n***a we got into it with lost his life Feds took all my rights to carry guns, so I bought a knife Tryna stack this sh*t up, I sold my car, went and bought a bike n***as study us so much, now we talk alike Man, y'all n***as is some— biters Yeah, y'all n***as is some d**k biters Hit him with the K up close, start a big fire I'm tryna bust this Wock' script, let me hit Meijers I just drunk too much lean, I need a big water Dropped a hundred in the crowd and hit six towers Watched Gusto make thirty racks, he hit six targets Got some real dog food, you hear this sh*t barkin' Big camera just popped up and I'm just parkin' Try to rob us, gettin' popped up and I ain't just talkin' The first body that I caught was with a SIG Sauer I'll pour a deuce of red in some Flint Water n***a Get real dirty 'round this b*t*h, n***a Y'all n***as can't f**k with us, n***a This sh*t on the floor Ghetto Boyz sh*t
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