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no fucks given - 3zzy & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: 3zzy]
i’ma thug how i thug, ain’t no f*cks given (too raw)
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: 3zzy]
i’ma thug how i thug, ain’t no f*cks given
partner for my kidney donor, all these prescriptions
let two n*ggas mug me, i bet one missin’
play me left, short bus, cuh a dumb n*gga
nick cannon step*cousin, we got drums with us
hb lock him in with the outfielders
before they d*ck*ride on gang, they’ll doubt n*ggas
stay away from weird hoes and these loud n*ggas
real zaz in the ‘bow, cro, my pounds different
but let’s get back to the rappin’ and the flu flam
caught his b*tch, she got hit with the grand slam
i’m 3zzy motherf*ckin’ bron james with the gameplan
i can shoot the glock two ways, ain’t gotta change hands
chinese b*tch suckin’ and f*ckin’ on a headstand
learned the method, got a n*gga feelin’ like i’m redman
learned the method, got a n*gga feelin’ like i’m redman
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
this lil’ boy tried me in ’08, now he a dead man
ar came with two clips and a leg stand
plr so loud, that b*tch came with a headset
versace everything, five racks for my bedset
cuz ain’t got no real blues, he a fake crip
got a real drank plug, every morning, we bust an eight script
a little bit of cocaine, baking soda, and some cake mix
honestly, before i made rap, i sold fake bricks
lou whipped out a ninety script, i’ma take six
i break sh*t, shot him in his chin, gave him a facelift
b*tch, i’m good in la, they treat me like family
fully*auto stick, fifty*second clip, i treat it like the grammys
oh, we was talkin’ ’bout percocets? i eat them like ham
hutch jewelry f*cked my wrist up, i need another hand
i can slide in a dodge caravan or bust ’em out the ram
made a lot of money off the dog, but the sh*t never touched my hand

[verse 3: 3zzy]
up a lil’, on gangsters, i seen the change in n*ggas
before you make it, they treat you like you a famous n*gga
if edd your biggest bag, then you a basic n*gga
brand new chop and i’m tryna hit a n*gga facial with it
coroners identified the murder like it’s hatred in it
but we from cali, they swear like it was some haitian n*ggas
i seen the dopest n*ggas fall behind you basic b*tches
three bodies on one nick’, the opps really hate the nickel
and you could die, they wouldn’t glorify your ranking, n*gga
gotta have patience, it’s all about how you gon’ pace it, n*gga
lookin’ at my son, i promise daddy gon’ make it, n*gga
i’m dummy*dodgin’, opp lurkin’ for all you hatin’ n*ggas, huh?
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
don’t come around me icy, i’ll take it, n*gga
drop eighty shots at one time, i might break the pistol
okay, the whole hood know we rich, but that ain’t the issue
went to buy a zip, bro gave me a brick like, “here, take it with you”
i wonder if i ice my girl out, would that make you listen?
they think this sh*t happened overnight, but it ain’t that simple
i ain’t wearin’ mcm no more ’cause it ain’t expensive
hit him in his head with the glock, he got eighteen stitches
i got some k!llers in the bronx, don’t get buck*fifty
would you believe me if i told you yesterday i made one*sixty?
i don’t even wanna do a feature if you ain’t got a gun with you
six guns in that video i did with big key, but wasn’t one in it

- 3zzy rio da yung og lyrics

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