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scuba dance - 3zzy & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: 3zzy]
yeah (2raw)
ayy
they like, “3zzy got that”— yeah
he got super bands
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: 3zzy]
they like, “3zzy got that dog sh*t on him, he got super bands”
hold on, let me put the drac’, do my skuba dance
don’t let lil’ bro get off a perky, he turn to superman
i ain’t from the d, but f*ck it, siri, locate coochie land
them n*ggas said they known for shootin’, but then his shooter ran
like fn had that that ollie in him, cuz got stupid hands
if you known for suckin’ and f*ckin’, i’ll be your only fan
get rich off onlyfans, hit the road, and i know some scams
stock it up and go and hit neimans, we could blow a ten
n*ggas talkin’ pape’, but they cappin’, n*gga, show it then
like five hundred, ten or four, i bеt bro roll a ten
only bosses ’round my round table, so you won’t fit in
i’ll probably throw that sh*t on my wrist bеfore i cop a benz
you b*tch n*ggas steady coppin’ pleas, come cop a stick
by sunday, we can bet the steelers win or that i knock your b*tch
and i don’t rock designer jeans, baby, ’cause my glock don’t fit
big dog, i know i’m gon’ win, c*cky and confident
i’m startin’ to think this money grow on trees the way we got this sh*t
in traffic to the neck with the glock, f*ck your politics
in your hood drivin’ through slow and n*ggas not on sh*t
i don’t want your ho, been had the b*tch
bougie b*tch say she hate me, but she love the d*ck
from the socks to the hat, did you peep the ‘fit?
fat 36 with the stock, i don’t need the stick
f*ck him right where he stand, drakey leave the b*tch
before i ever tell on my mans, cuh, i plead the fifth
walk*downs in broad day, here, eat the clip
n*gga, eat the clip, here, go’n, eat the clip
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i ain’t buyin’ at all, but i got dog, and i keep a stick
but listen here, if the feds come, baby, we legit
we just poured another pint out, d*mn, i need to quit
matter fact, no, i don’t, i’m trippin’, bro, i need to sip
real n*gga, wanna see us all win, got twenty*three assists
the yung og don’t fear no man, i met the reaper, b*tch
i might pull up in a grand am tryna sweep some sh*t
dope man, hundred grams of raw, but fifty*three was hit
so that’s forty*seven g’s of cut
in la tryna find a stick, i hit 3zzy up
he pulled up tryna drop sh*t, i don’t need to bust
guarantee i take a n*gga head off when that evil bust
jump on a plane with twenty ‘bows of weed, tryna test my luck
don’t go waste your money tryna buy a vest, i’m shootin’ neck and up
fat b*tch sent me a picture in her panties, tryna set me up
ain’t n0body tryna f*ck your fat ass with your naked b*tt
dropped an ap off to hutch, flower set it up
b*tch, i drink so much lean, i think i’m finna flower, send my cup
hundred racks for a lean belly, we got expensive guts
three hundred dollars for a lineup, i got a different cut
alright, let me switch it up
when the pistol bust, n*ggas hit the ground, someone come pick ’em up
dog pulled up in a scat’, it got riddled up
my n*gga photobombed, stood behind with twenties, f*cked my—
my n*gga photobombed, pulled out some twenties, f*cked my picture up
n*gga, i just popped lid, so we shot the hospital up
glock 27 on my hip, yeah, the little one
this ain’t the same ho from yesterday, this a different one

- 3zzy rio da yung og lyrics

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