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pluto - nuk & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(bang that sh*t)

[verse 1: nuk]
the streets’ll tell you, me and ri’ been bringing rap back
i’ve been buying fent’, that’s how you gamble with a rap check
i tell all my hoes, “stop playing, go and wrap that”
she ain’t really mine if i ain’t sat it in her lap yet
it ain’t really yours if you ain’t set it up and trap that
my young n*gga been flying down with birds like dk metcalf
yeah, i carry all these lil’ n*ggas, b*tch, i backpack them
a hundred rounds, i’ll shoot this b*tch ’til i get back spasms
i don’t sell to poppers, my users smoke rocksies off the foil
while we triple zip soon as we let that pot come to a boil
all that broke sh*t, that’s the type of feelings we avoid
only love my pape’, i put all of my feelings in them ‘droids
how to cop a bag, spread a bag, be important
how to slam a bag, white man, billy hoyle
got a bag, got a haymaker like oscar de la hoya
get the beans from the eastside to puritan and coyle

[chorus: nuk]
it’s a trait to know to move dope
the snakes been playing too close
yeah, i bang blood, but i lose sleep over them blue notes
i get high as h*ll like i’m tryna go to pluto
i just dropped some wocky in the glass, it look like nuvo
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*gga, all i know is redrum
i just slapped fifty on a handgun
hit him and his mans with this b*tch, that’s an and one
they hit bro in his leg with the k, he can’t stand up
but they shooter, he can’t even hold his head up
n*ggas steady talking ’bout they sliding, got me fed up
been putting rap money on n*ggas head, f*cking the bread up
hit a rasta n*gga up top, f*ck his dreads up
i don’t drink tris, i’m either pouring wocky or the red up
pulled a lil’ deuce out my pocket, i’m finna drop it
hundred shots on the drac’, got it sounding like a helicopter
don’t give a f*ck if a n*gga k!lled my mama, i can’t tell the coppers
i’m a real street n*gga, i be nodding off ’round the robbers
right now, i’m chilling, i’ma be sedated when the act’ settle
this n*gga tried to slide out on a bike, i made him backpedal
the dogfood’s paying good, i like the crack better
them ghetto boyz been dropping everything, let a rat tell it

[chorus: nuk]
it’s a trait to know to move dope
the snakes been playing too close
yeah, i bang blood, but i lose sleep over them blue notes
i get high as h*ll like i’m tryna go to pluto
i just dropped some wocky in the glass, it look like nuvo
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
teach these n*ggas how to drip, gucci everything, these my school clothes
drop a hundred shots at the park, make the school close
all my b*tches found out ’bout each other, need some new hoes
no disrespect, but i be in the red zone with blues on me
this ain’t the same roll from yesterday, this some new money
looked up, i just found some lines of wock’ for two hundred
this n*gga tryna flex with ten racks, that’s my shoe money
i’m curious on why you got a strap, you ain’t gon’ shoot nothing

[verse 4: nuk]
i’m furious ’cause why you got a strap? you ain’t gon’ shoot sh*t
i’m furious ’cause why you talking bricks and keep them loose nicks?
they curious how i designed my trap ’cause i’m the blueprint
f*ck my old hoes, i hope they choking on a toothpick
i’m just tryna f*ck y’all lil’ hoes, i keep it optional
they know i got a bag to carry racks like kim possible
seven hundred grams, a thousand beans, wait, that’s an obstacle
i be mia, but never end up where it’s tropical

- nuk rio da yung og lyrics

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