a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

heat talk - louie ray, rio da yung og, rmc mike & allstar jr lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
b*tch

[verse 1: louie ray]
these boys effective ’bout that money sh*t
i feel selected, i’ll do it, who he runnin’ with?
i look connected, push a b*tton, bet the bumper flip
i’m totin’ all this dog sh*t with a monkey stick
i rock amiri with the prada, three thou’, top dollar
i be trippin’, cut a thousand grams twice when i get it
to understand what’s poppin’ off, i had to live it
i’m who n*ggas copied off, they won’t admit it, i’m the villain, n*gga
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
six o’s of red and some percs, i be itchin’ different
six*point*two liter supercharged, b*tch, our engines different
stuck my leg out and hit the dope, i be trippin’ different
plugged in, every day, it snow, i be missin’ christmas
i’m who your n*gga talkin’ ’bout, but he don’t wanna say it
he know my music hard as f*ck, but he don’t wanna play it
twenty thou’ in tens on me hangin’, pockets lookin’ crazy
i got the plug money on me, i don’t wanna pay him

[verse 3: louie ray]
bro, i think your mans cut the drank, my stomach twisted, n*gga
call me back, i’m finna get ’em, what’s the ticket, n*gga?
i heard i’m hot, so every sale, i probably sent my n*gga
plus i got half on a lawyer if they get my n*gga

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i bought my glock to flip a n*gga, you take pictures with it
my mama gave me sixty dollars, bought a grizzly with it
laced my pop with four o’s of red, i put a mickey in it
if them twelve shots miss a n*gga, slap a fifty in it

[verse 5: rmc mike]
n*gga i don’t really want your b*tch, she got like ten babies
my n*gga poody bust down a brick and went tenth crazy
dog feelin’ on top of the world, he sold six eighthies
bomb p*ssy, i just stuffed this b*tch with an m*80
i just smoked a zip of runtz, i know my lungs hate me
i hit a brick like when lil mike punched stacy
layaway jewelry, i bet i cash my sh*t in one payment
sell a thousand grams, then go start my own fundraiser
[verse 6: allstar jr]
i got chicken, bro got chicken with whoever, we tripipn’
got some head, denied her f*ck, i be finessin’ them b*tches
pray a chatty n*gga play it crazy like we some b*tches
got a fin with a ladder, it’s gon’ puncture his liver
b*tch, i’m on bark with it
and you need some vs1s, be in the dark with me
you ain’t punchin’ no phones, heard you be cart gettin’
a b*tch ain’t really live life ’til she let r hit it, n*gga

[verse 7: rmc mike]
r said, “let’s get a bag,” i had to triple mine
me and bro got on the same rollie, but be on different times
ar with the monkey nuts on it, i drop sixty*nine
eight lines in a lemonade, this b*tch simply fine

[verse 8: allstar jr]
seen some city opps out in flint walkin’ out 69
loose 40, gone off the hundred, i shot him sixty times
dad said he done sellin’ dope when he turn sixty*five
n*ggas get sixteen bars and give you sixty lies

- louie ray rio da yung og rmc mike allstar jr lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular