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suicide - rio da yung og, grindhard e, freaky t & rmc mike lyrics

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
told bro to swoop down, i got a situation
we finna kidnap this lil’ n*gga and liquidate him
we in a hundred*thousand*dollar car, still’ll race it
if i feel like he a problem i eliminate him
they just pulled a glass bottle out the ‘frigerator
me and destin took a six out and lemonade it
i got time machine dope, man, this sh*t crazy
auntie bought a toonie and she said it took her to the eighties
i be beatin’ my b*tch ass, so she scared of people
we on the f in a scat pack scarin’ people
these hoes try to flag us down, but thеy barely legal
i don’t even say what up, i just stare at people
i got ten bands in hundreds, you could barely see it
let a n*gga reach, i’ma turn him to a paraplegic
sittin’ on the leather couch, gettin’ topped at neimans
bro on some sneaky sh*t, he might drop a demon
[chorus: rio da yung og]
this b*tch got seven hundred horses, i might k!ll myself
i just popped a perc’ 10, let me feel myself
i been up, i been down, but i’m still myself
i just hit her with the d*ck, she wanna k!ll herself
sold my fiend some bad dope, he almost k!lled hisself
this n*gga said the— oop, what? you better k!ll yourself
my b*tch made me mad, i drunk a pint and almost k!lled myself
i’ll f*ck a n*gga b*tch and make him k!ll hisself

[verse 2: grindhard e]
my fiends love me, give her air, she just’ll be impatient
poured a three in the pop, this b*tch contaminated
i’ll put this d*ck in the glock and m*st*rbate it
i’ll get to actin’ crazy like a mental patient
bro charger on a forgi, but he still’ll race it
i got a zip of real cookie, it look like an eighthy
we in a real foreign, the inside like a sp*ceship
this ain’t no alien, this some cherry, i can taste it

[verse 3: freaky t]
that bag just touched down, man, i’m glad it made it
i’m ’bout to run through this b*tch, i ain’t got time for waitin’
blew twenty thousand, n*gga, i got tired of savin’
i think it was fifty thousand off fightin’ cases
just got an srt, i’m ’bout to drive it crazy
f*ck that lil’ b*tch twice and she drove me crazy
front that bag to them n*ggas, then they better pay me
’cause i’m comin’ with that chop and it’s off safety
[chorus: rio da yung og]
this b*tch got seven hundred horses, i might k!ll myself
i just popped a perc’ 10, let me feel myself
i been up, i been down, but i’m still myself
i just hit her with the d*ck, she wanna k!ll herself
sold my fiend some bad dope, he almost k!lled hisself
this n*gga said the— oop, what? you better k!ll yourself
my b*tch made me mad, i drunk a pint and almost k!lled myself
i’ll f*ck a n*gga b*tch and make him k!ll hisself

[verse 4: rmc mike]
rio got that big forty on him, i ain’t talkin’ no pistol
get too close, he’ll stab you up, make it look incidental
high as h*ll, drinkin’ on a twelve, almost crashed the rental
ghost gun on me, this b*tch rare like an action figure
i’m out of town with some red and a plastic pistol
i’ll drop a six in a pop and then whack a n*gga
peel off in the srt and then stash the pistol
then hit the road with your b*tch, she got that magnum in her

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i just popped a perc’ 10, i can’t feel myself
hit dog in the head, they thought he k!lled hisself
my lil’ cousin lit a firework, i had to field myself
chris got strong dog, i think he hit the sh*t hisself
a flyin’ down welch, hope he don’t k!ll hisself
some n*ggas tried to catch us slippin’, but they should’ve k!lled they self
free my right*hand mans, he shouldn’t’ve did that sh*t hisself
and i’ma stay around with that choppa like a seatbelt
[verse 6: rmc mike]
doin’ a dollar*thirty in this charger, i’m tryna break the motor
rio trippin’, he hit this brick with some baking soda
i’ma still try to whip it up, i’m tryna make some boulders
my auntie, she like to k!ll sh*t, her nickname cobra
i got an eight of hi*tech, the bottle say felicia
and i ain’t sellin’ not a line, b*tch, i’m finna drink it
gave unc’ a line of cocaine, he told me it was ether
now i’m finna tax my white boy, he work at little caesars

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
i’ll be there in a minute, i’m on big beaver
and i’m pullin’ up quick as h*ll like i deliver pizza
if i ain’t there in thirty minutes, n*gga, you can keep it
hit his ass sixty times, tore him into pieces
tear a n*gga group apart like a reese’s pieces
hit meijers, i ain’t buy sh*t but a reese’s pieces
put some gifties in my drawers, i hope they ain’t see me
i gotta use them in walmart, they machines different
i gotta go to home depot, they machines trippin’
he bought a gift card and went across the street to wendy’s
i bought ten phones from sprint ’cause my pieces hittin’
plus, they got the only bitcoin machine in michigan
this b*tch asked for my number, i gave her three digits
one*zero*zero if you want me to hit it
i’m finna start sellin’ d*ck, they like, “rio trippin'”
percocets got me c*cky, i’m finna start trickin’
i’ll kidnap your son and watch tv with him
or pull up on your big sister and drink green lean with her
she say you don’t hit it right, it’s like a string bean in her
i’ll break her back if i put my d*ck thing in her
had that b*tch bustin’ back to back like a tv series
seventeen thousand dollars on me, eatin’ a tv dinner
bro seats cost your life, european leather
if the p*ssy good, i’m only f*ckin’ three minutes

[chorus: rio da yung og]
this b*tch got seven hundred horses, i might k!ll myself
i just popped a perc’ 10, let me feel myself
i been up, i been down, but i’m still myself
i just hit her with the d*ck, she wanna k!ll herself
sold my fiend some bad dope, he almost k!lled hisself
this n*gga said the— oop, what? you better k!ll yourself
my b*tch made me mad, i drunk a pint and almost k!lled myself
i’ll f*ck a n*gga b*tch and make him k!ll hisself

- rio da yung og grindhard e freaky t rmc mike lyrics

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