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mike voice - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ah
what up, mike? alright
i’m a percocet popper, n*gga, you know what the f*ck i do
30s, 15s, 20s, 10s, 75s, n*gga
and we drinkin’ real wock’

[verse 1: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
i’m a percocet popper, morton grove sipper
ten thou’ in ones, i’m a titty*bar tipper
how you gon’ rob us and we got six ars with us?
we got a .308, call this b*tch a car flipper
glock givin’ out shots, i call that b*tch a bartender
made a lot of dumb decisions, really i’m a smart n*gga
lyin’ in your rap, put cap on it, you should go to a bar mitzvah
n*gga playin’ with his life, i left him at the park with it
me and mike brothers, he lightskinned, but i’m a dark n*gga
doot*da*da*doo*da*doot*doot, he thought baby shark hit him
he took of runnin’, hit him with the k, now the n*gga cartwheelin’
pop him with some slacks on, i’m a sharp k!ller
shoot him in his ass with glock, it look like a shark bit him
i was sellin’ dope, you was in the yard cart flippin’
big tons, when i go re*up, i bring a grocery cart with me
ridin’ with seven different glocks now, don’t need ar with me
[verse 2: rmc mike]
in the booth drinking wockesha out a barneys cup
f*ck that lam’, i really want me a ferrari truck
i don’t f*ck with matt, but f*ck it, hit jeff hardy up
ri a laid back*ass n*gga, he don’t party much

[verse 3: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
a msr, two fake ids, i f*cked target up
i wear so much vlone, somebody hit a$ap bari up
slapped the f*ck out this one n*gga, f*cked his cartis up
what you mean? like you broke a n*gga glasses?
the devil in me, n*gga, i’ll rope a pastor

[verse 4: rmc mike]
i was in this b*tch, off the, yeah
now i’m in this b*tch goin’ off the addys
b*tch pulled up bm*dub with no panties
i used to drink real act’, ask granny
i was gon’ pop him, i’ma just backhand him
left the game for a minute, now a n*gga back handy
eatin’ licorice, gettin’ my d*ck sucked, that’s black candy
i don’t do the sh*t, but, yes, i’m a crack baby
i ain’t even wanna hit your b*tch, the act’ made me
ran up three hundred thousand off of rap, that’s crazy
cut into my b*tch mama, “how you doin’, fat baby?”
scoob slim as h*ll, shootin’ sh*t up, that’s shady
weed game fell off for a minute, it’s back gravy
rio, pull up in that matte*black ‘cat and act crazy
went to a1 and spent a hundred on a fat eighthy
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i’ll punch the sh*t out your b*tch and i slap babies
this is not a foreign car, this a ‘lac, baby
drunk my first pint with my mama, i’m an act’ baby
that is not real dog food, that’s similac, crazy
i ain’t never ran from sh*t, i’m a rack chaser
me and mike tryna see who touch a hundred first, call that rack racin’
pop percs and f*ck hard, a backbreaker, she need a back brace
lil d chasin’ bb*dubs, that’s a fat chaser

[outro: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
all yellow gold 41 with the black face
me and rio dropped 41s with the fat face
you a bum, i bet your mama know how the crack taste
my head hurt, i drunk a four of wock’, now i’m back straight
hold on, it’s my last day

- rio da yung og lyrics

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