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boyz conference - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(primobeatz on the track)
b*tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
dog sh*t records, come and get signed
heard you tellin’ on your mans, lil’ 6ix9ine
ghostride the whip, let the f*ckin’ clip slide
he switch whips, i put a hundred in his b*tch ride

[verse 2: lougram]
skelly or the ap, i couldn’t decide
n*ggas softer than potatoes call ’em french fries
i’m only six foot, my money tall as 6’9″
i’m the type to spend a hundred down at revive

[verse 3: louie ray]
big suppressors on this b*tch, n*gga, big john—
ah, nah, okay, okay
big suppressors on this b*tch, n*gga, big johnson
too many rings for one hand, i had to switch sides
i get out and get it in, see, i recruit funds (come on)
throw them cl*sters in my ear, n*gga, croutons
ayy, mike, let’s buy a lot of weed (like what?)
sh*t, a few tons
tryna pass ’em out to help ’em out, see who could move some
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
bustdown ap, this a new one
tryna find a plug on the keys, i can move one
mike head f*cked up, every week he buy a new gun
you ain’t from the hood if you ain’t never sold a rock to dooda
bustdown 42 ‘dweller, i’m the new dugg
bought so many kicks in six months, could start a shoe club
i’ll drop a four in a twenty*ounce, i don’t do ones
fifty racks on me right now, the blue ones

[verse 5: rmc mike]
whack a n*gga mama, sister, brother, and cousin too
punch my lil’ b*tch in the face, she tryna touch my food
i’m up now, i been stackin’ blues for a month or two
wop, tris, and red in the pop, call it jungle juice
got it out the mud, but i do a lil’ punchin’ too
talented as f*ck, i finally learned how to run and shoot
chase a n*gga down in some timbs, them my huntin’ boots
my n*gga introduced me to his sisters, i f*cked a few

[verse 5: lougram]
b*tch, my whole fam fresh as h*ll, we the huxtables
ride around with a couple chops and a pump too
n*gga think i only drunk a pint, i drunk two
bust a b*tch down off a perc’, she was drunk too
[verse 7: louie ray]
shh, i finally got some ice, but not excited
’cause i done spent enough money with them boys to get indicted
hop out with that spark on his ass and then relight it
chlo’s the closet thing to tasting like act’, i had to try it

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
seen that rubber band ap, i had to buy it
pourin’ kiki in the water right now, i’m on a diet
i know it’s still actavis around, i’m tryna find it
i just bought a house but still bustin’ hoes down at the hyatt
promotors don’t wanna book us ’cause we actin’ violent
backwards, i shoot the club up before we go inside it
might drop a prezi this summer, that’s my july kit
when red left and wock’ came around, i’m like, “i kinda like it”
sh*t, then i fell in love
bro, we know you ain’t caught no body, just sell your gun
n*gga keep talkin’ ’bout when he was locked up, you went to jail once
i’m a pro at standin’ up and noddin’ off, i ain’t fell once
opps caught my baby slippin’, but we twelve and one
tryna sn*tch my chain, boy, you must wanna go to h*ll or somethin’
oops, i mean heaven, ’cause you ain’t drop sh*t
before i jumped on the mic’ to pop my sh*t, i used to pop sh*t
this a six of wock’ in a twenty*ounce, bro, this not tris
used to be workin’ out a zip, now my watch a brick
i’m talkin’ ’bout a thirty*shot glock when i say i’m coppin’ sticks
beam on the glock with extra grip, i’m not gon’ miss
[outro]
(primobeatz on the track)

- rio da yung og lyrics

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