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contract - rio da yung og, rmc mike, louie ray & grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
i just got some real cookie, this sh*t compressed as h*ll
n*gga bought zip bags for the scale like he had a sale
haha, he ain’t think to wait
what i’ma do with twenty*eight grams? i need four*forty*eight
been had smoked the whole f*ckin’ zip and only sold the eighth
i’m a dopehead, sometimes i hate i was raised this way
bought a pint of red from a head, it was gone that day
sh*t had to be abused if you knew what i paid
woke up fiendin’, on the hunt, lookin’ for some drank
f*ck around and spent some red bottoms in the house today
i couldn’t find the red, i drunk some green and had to sleep by eight
[verse 2: louie ray]
ridin’ ’round with a contract that i ain’t read yet (what?)
i really wanna go legit, so i just said yes (d*mn straight)
i had to burn a n*gga crib, you probably smell flesh
let somebody make me mad, i’ma buy the vest (come on)
tell whoever bought [?] chally i’ma buy it next (i want it)
tell bro, “go out on a dime and i’ll buy the ‘vette” (i want it)
i’m only jumpin’ out the car to go and chase today (huh)
hold on, stop the car, i’m finna chase the j (come here)
i end up drunk as f*ck whenever pootie call (what else?)
type of n*gga rock a suit to a booty call
that b*tch came out her jeans, saw the booty fall (d*mn)
turn the music up, my n*gga, this a groupie call
hoss learned how to swipe, now his dookies ballin’
but i ain’t feelin’ too impressed ’cause i make movies often
drunk a pint throughout the night, see, now i’m barely talkin’ (barely)
i had fell off down the road, i had to re*walk it (switch it up real quick)

[verse 3: rmc mike]
i need all exotics
unc’ got shot six times, now his arm robotic
plug said he got some turtle pies, i told him, “large amount me”
poured a deuce in a ginger ale and gave the pop to quanny
f*ck it, i’m finna pop a roxi’
young latino b*tch like to f*ck, she a hot tamale
b*tch scream my name, i’ll up the glock on the paparazzi
i let off twenty*seven shots, ri tried to stop me
yeah, i like to overdo it
don’t need no drugs to catch a body, i’m a sober shooter
dog sh*t records on the rise, we controllin’ music
heard dog committed suicide ’cause we ain’t know his music
now, that’s a sad case
got my d*ck sucked for two hours with the mad face
b*tch burnt out, she put my s*m*n in a glass case
eleven hundred hours worth of tails in my ashtray
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i had the shakes when i was born, i’m a crack baby
probably why when i ain’t got codeine, i always ask crazy
n*ggas drinkin’ cut swearin’ they high, you just actin’ lazy
mike daddy got a mustang, he love to drag race it
ayy, i need a calculator
bump stock on the 9, this a glock half*a*eighthy
hundred*round drum on it, i act crazy
my daddy walked out when i was young, d*mn, crack raised me
dawg a plug, i asked him how he get the slabs flaky
he says, “daddy threw bricks,” i think shaq raised him
bag just dropped, it’s nine pounds, like a fat baby
i’m finna cut the chorus
slam dunk on the b*tch p*ssy then touch the board
told will, “pop this n*gga for me,” ’cause he look bored
okay, i’m ready for my sixteen, e, press record
alright, now let’s get to it
mike dropped thirty on a n*gga, told him, “quit shooting”
doubled back then shot him in the head, the n*gga kept movin’
yesterday, i ain’t have no drank, that’s why i kept pootin’
found a pint of red last week and had s*x to it
ayy, now, let’s keep movin’
bottom half all balenciaga, but the rest gucci
they lock the door when i walk in ’cause i’m important
n*gga, that ain’t actavis, that’s some morton
i still want it, bro, but i ain’t payin’ more than forty

- rio da yung og rmc mike louie ray grindhard e lyrics

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