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flint boyz - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(marc boomin, this you?)
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
still grindin’ sh*t, n*gga
(boomin need extras)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
in the hood right now with a hundred on me
four chains on now, why you lookin’ at me?
in the drop*head benz with the—
ahh, alright
i’m in the drop*head benz with the honey badger
i’ll jump out this pretty b*tch and get to bustin’ at you
there go the car, i’m finna throw a whole hundred at it
my b*tch bad, plus i get cash, i got a hundred habits
i tried to chase him, he was runnin’ like a f*ckin’ rabbit
i made a statement with the switch, fully automatic
i dropped eighty in his whip, caught him out in traffic
then he almost hit a pole, i tried to make him crash it
b*tch, suck the d*ck or somethin’, that’ll make me happy
got an old pint of hi*tech, it came in the plastic
walk in my kitchen, i got six eights in the cabinet
i need some resin ’cause i got a brick play sat*rday
i just walked a n*gga down in a bape jacket
and i hit all my hoes raw, bro, i hate magnums
[verse 2: rmc mike]
i got a talent, i can shoot a .308 backwards
i just bought a rose*gold presi’, now i hate platinum
zip my hoodie up and gun you down in a bape jacket
b*tch body natural as h*ll, but her face plastic
get up and get this sh*t on my own ’cause i hate askin’
once a n*gga hear me say somethin’, he gon’ pay faster
300k play on floor, that’s a pape’ package
n*gga, every day, i’m ’bout green, f*ck st. patrick
i can’t believe this n*gga tryna stunt in some fake glasses
got the world tryna steal our style, now i hate rappin’
i just f*cked an instagram model, had to tape that one
ri gave me a lil’ blue pill like, “here, take that one”
i know the way i put that sh*t on make you hate fashion
told bro to grab a six of wock’ out the gray cabinet
every time i see my opps, them n*ggas broke like they hate havin’ it
i’m up some dog sh*t, i can’t go broke, i got eight habits

[verse 3: louie ray]
best watch in your showcase, i’ll take that one
alright, okay, yeah
the best watch in your showcase, i’ll take that one
from the streets to the rap a hard turn, how you make that one?
deuce of trish, a lil’ four of wock’, finna break balance
naw, i don’t see you gettin’ this far, but you got talent
you got the off*whites on i like to rock, bro, i gotta grab ’em
always keep a scale around too, boy, i gotta have it
too much of this in one pop, nasty, this is no casket
if my car clean like i’m dead, this is no casket
pull up, serve you a quarter or two, n*gga, no basket
i just bought a louis duffle, probably don’t drag it
still feel like i out*trap all the trappers, n*gga, no braggin’
n*ggas probably dress like they pop and get no action
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
thought he was a stepper, we just toe*tagged him
why you talkin’ ’bout my chain? let your ho ask me
seven hundred horses in the ‘cat, finna blow past ’em
i just made a hundred racks sellin’ blow packages
eight hundred for a line, b*tch, this actavis
palm angel hoodie fifteen hundred, but i’m grabbin’ it
if the b*tch ass look fake, then i’m grabbin’ it
grab a b*tch by her ankles when i’m stabbin’ it

[outro: rio da yung og]
man, come on, bro, that ain’t enough
i mean, i need some more beat, bro

- rio da yung og lyrics

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