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ruth cris - 3zzy & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: 3zzy]
(2raw)
b*tch

[chorus: 3zzy]
uh, go and clap somethin’
ruth chris mixed with the wock’, i got a fat stomach
only known for runnin’ his mouth, and he’s a fast runner
my lil’ n*gga clutch like ray allen, he got a fast jumper

[verse 1: 3zzy]
like nip, b*tch, overlap somethin’
only known for hittin’ that road and gettin’ fast money
turn*arounds after turn*arounds, i got the trap jumpin’
y’all don’t really got that spend*it*all*and*get*it*back money
y’all ain’t the ones with glizzies and thirties tryna sack nothin’
fn with the blue tip, b*tch, that’s a high demand
don’t even roll the window, walk down and high five his ass
always good in math and the best whipper in science class
holes in his chest, quickly zip him in a bodybag
forty bands off edd, sheesh, i don’t know how to act
i don’t want nothin’ if it ain’t chunky with a drum attached
in the alley, leavе him stinkin’, ’cause for fades, it ain’t none of that
naw, wе can fight, if i lose, bro slump his ass
hollow bullets carvin’ n*ggas’ head like a pumpkin patch
need a thick b*tch like blac chyna, thick ratchet ass
jimmy neutron with the drip, b*tch, way i up and splash
hundred n*ggas with a hundred guns, i ain’t gotta blast
light forty thousand in the sofa, ask my n*gga blxst
been doin’ this sh*t since fourteen, i got you n*ggas mad
even if y’all was drivin’, i was walkin’, y’all got overlapped
talkin’ beef, pop his granddad so they know it’s that
n*gga, yeah, so they know it’s that
[chorus: 3zzy]
uh, go and clap somethin’
ruth chris mixed with the wock’, i got a fat stomach
only known for runnin’ his mouth, and he’s a fast runner
my lil’ n*gga clutch like ray allen, he got a fast jumper

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*gga threw a shot, ain’t hit sh*t, he got a bad jumper
balenciaga, chase a n*gga down in some track runners
a hundred twenty*five racks on me, that’s a half a quarter
young n*gga talkin’ crazy, from that city with the bad water
seven hundred seven horsepower, this the fast charger
my opp got a scat, nowadays, we shootin’ at all black chargers
unc’ showed me how to cook dope, but he a crack smoker
this a five hundred dollar glock 19, i spent a rack on it
had to put a switch on the back, it shoot fast, don’t it?
my young lil’ b*tch got ass shots, she let me grab on it
knocked the meat off a big n*gga, he a fat donor
told baby keep the zazas, i’m a black smoker
rio is never known to cap, i ain’t a hat owner
spent a hundred thousand just on drank, now i’m back focused
if you see me out in public, got the strap pokin’
n*gga ain’t never seen a brick, he a half owner
don’t compare me to them other rappers, i’m a sh*t talker
blue hundreds on my left and right pocket, that’s crip walkin’
do i supposed to pay you now or later? i don’t trick often
how the f*ck your man was a k!ller? i heard a b*tch offed him
eight in a squirt, this b*tch darker than flint water
i hate when she squirt in my bed, let me switch covers
finna stuff a thousand pills on you, i need a big rubber
finna spend a thousand racks this monday, i got a l!ck sunday
n*gga hit the crib when i was gone, but he ain’t get nothin’
half a million in the kitchen floor, n*gga walked over six hundred
i just bought a pint of eight and four, i got a six comin’
i was tryna get her whole check if you saw me with a big woman
i ain’t dumb, that’s not eighteen karat gold, you put a dip on it
how you tryna go to war with one clip? put a stick on it
[outro: rio da yung og]
yeah, n*gga, you gotta put a thirty clip in that b*tch, n*gga
these n*ggas ridin’ around with dracos
what up, 3zzy? you know, la to flint, this sh*t on the floor
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
they can’t f*ck with us
(2raw)

- 3zzy rio da yung og lyrics

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