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run some laps - 3zzy & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: 3zzy]
ayy (2raw)
ain’t no cap ’bout these racks, huh
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: 3zzy]
i just want some racks, me and ri’ gon’ trap
feel like nipsey hussle, baby, we gon’ run some laps
conversatin’ with my white boy about the pack
yeah, i can get them b*tches gone, give me a week and i’ll be back
lil’ bro just dropped a five of red, don’t know how to act
but i could give him five bands in blues to hit your hat
drippin’ in vlone, them n*ggas think they drippin’ [?]
was shinin’ in the front, b*tch, i was walkin’ in the back
your b*tch’d probably walk inside my closet and collapse
i’m finna drop the price and change the climate with the pack
ayy, come here, i got a b*tch that wanna hollеr in the back
yeah, she gon’ f*ck you good, but you might havе no dollars after that
but look, b*tch, yeah, y’all know what time it is
we got chops with tits, and glocks with sticks
i could’ve had the ho, but let rio knock the b*tch
not c*cky, i’m confident, baby, yeah
i’m rude too, i be road runnin’
every week, new rental car with four onions
if he ain’t touch ten in a week, that ain’t no dope money
beat that n*gga blue and black like he stole from us
you know i f*ck with beezy b because he big d*gg*n’
big 3, i’m sh*t talkin’, creep, he be brick offin’
your n*gga follow me on insta’ to get some drip off me
b*tch, you gon’ pay me for this d*ck, can’t get a l!ck off me
b*tch, i feel like mr. krabs, can’t get a cent off me
beezy out here guidin’ b*tches, ho, go get that lint off him
he just got some runtz in a glass bottle, was too frosty
b*tch, you know i’m fiendin’ for wock’, no seal, i still bought it
[interlude: rio da yung og]
man, i ain’t gon’ lie
my n*gga puttin’ on for la, man
that n*gga came down here, yeah
alright, alright
ghetto boyz sh*t

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*gga say he k!llin’ me, but not today
i had to go and spray the crib up ’cause dog got away
don’t know why i just bought these two pints and i got an eight
i can show you how to make eleven hundred dollars a lot of ways
she get whatever ’cause she loyal, what you want, a helicopter, bae?
known for cuttin’ dope, i done did more hits than dr. dre
sh*t on a n*gga with my fro out, b*tch, i’m dr. j
sent my dog to go and bust a script for me like, “what the doctor say?”
if a n*gga robbed me last night, twenty people gettin’ shot today
today, i dropped an ep, a cuban link, and i dropped an eight
bumped into dog, he was quiet, but on the ‘net, he had a lot to say
me and 3zzy downtown with two glocks, our pockets safe
alright, let’s get physical
bro caught a pistol case and got life, he a habitual
she suck the d*ck and swallow everything, that’s what that l!ck’ll do
fan tryna take a fl!ck, i’m tryna call the plug, i need a pitcher too
this is not the little benz, this the bigger coupe
f*ck around and crash the i8 tryna sip my juice
the car totaled out, but guess what? i ain’t spill my juice
you could pour it in the smallest pop you got, but it’s still a deuce (2raw)
i could break my right hand, but i’m still gon’ shoot
set up a session up, give the engineer a bar, then steal the booth
million just off rap in one year, i’ma tell the truth
the weed weighin’ out, but where the drank? i gotta scale that too
’cause you know that karo always make the pint heavy
’bout to drop a wide body h*llcat, i don’t like chevy
i would’ve shot them n*ggas in the car, i ain’t like melly
next watch i buy a richard mille, i don’t like prezis
[outro: rio da yung og]
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what
shout out my n*gga 3zzy, n*gga, they came
all the way to the murder mitten to get this sh*t in, n*gga
this sh*t on the floor
boyz for life, free peezy
y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
i won’t let you down, my baby

- 3zzy rio da yung og lyrics

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