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bag back - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin, we miss you)
how the f*ck is you a ceo
ghetto boy sh*t n*gga
aite

[verse]
how the f*ck is you a ceo, and your artist broke
[?] the color green on a [?], look like artichoke
you will never see me running like my starter broke
i got a thousand bird feathers in a [?], this is not a coat
i ain’t trynna f*ck on the first date, b*tch i’m not a hoe
but i’mma still hit the b*tch and dip, alright i gotta go
you say your brother got k!lled, what they popped him for?
sh*t i got a whole pint, what you trynna pour?
you can find the cut i use at the dollar store
comin’ down the street fast in a ‘hawk, they like [?]
pulled up, dropped a hundred shots, now i’m like adios
how you selling all this dope and don’t n0body know
in the hood with 50 racks on me, eating sloppy joе
f*ck around, got high, and left there, and wеnt to dominos
he just sniffed so much coke, he ain’t got a nose
i ain’t got no f*ckin’ chainsaw, this a chopper bro
guarantee this .308’ll cut a tree down
b*tch p*ssy so good, got her number on speed dial
i was sittin’ on my ass broke, i’m on my feet now
they gave me 5 in the feds, i want some weed now
and i got a sale right now, he want three pounds
being broke had me blind, i can see now
last week i bought a zip, i want a [?] now
alright, i got some drank in me, i could eat now
b*tch, i’m a hood legend
when rio going broke? that’s a good question
i be puttin’ that sh*t on, but i look [?]
you want the answer to that first bar, i’m like “b*tch never”
yeah i’m doing good right now but it can get better
twelve*hundred for the new burberry [?] sweater
nuttin’ all in my new b*tch, and i just met her
dropped thirteen, i’mma drop the 30 clip separate
and no i’m not dropping the price, so you could buy yo other zip separate
somebody bring a big scale, i need a brick measure
they knew i was a beast, so they put me on a big tether
i just mixed some dog up, this a pit*shepherd
broke up with my girl, moved to detroit, and sent the b*tch a letter
my [?] muscles getting strong, i’m a big stepper
that is not a coffee maker, that’s a brick presser
i am not your baby daddy, i’m a rich n*gga
and i pull up by myself, i ain’t with 10 n*ggas
that is not a za’ house, y’all got hemp in it
10 milli long as f*ck, i got slim with me
if i pull my mask up, i’m a grim reaper
and i don’t just k!ll people, it can get deeper
heard your brother know how to rap, but i’m a bit sweeter
nowadays twenty*thirty racks could get 6 people
it ain’t sh*t to tell my shooter, check his cashapp
and i’m like walmart, i do cashback
pay for the hit, tell [?] to get him, get the cash back
b*tch i rap now don’t want the bag back, i’m gettin’ mad [?]
ghetto boyz the hashtag, hit a n*gga with a trash bag
this pop i just po’ed, dirtier than a [?]
i got a plug on dracos, they in baghdad
missed my daughter and my son birth, am i a bad dad?
he got too close, eased up the [?], n*gga [?]

- rio da yung og lyrics

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