spicy lingo - rio da yung og lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
what up, sav? this another one
ghetto boyz sh*t, i’ma keep sayin’ it
yeah, alright
[verse]
when them k!llers on your ass, they bloodhounds
do a show, then shoot the party up and shut the club down
put a silencer on the glock, it make that one sound
i don’t know what the f*ck it is, but i love gun sounds
couldn’t pay sixty*four hundred for a runtz pound
he was ’bout that life, got sent to the joint, he a punk now
used to have a knot, he got robbed, he got a bump now
sold my k, traded the four*five, i got a pump now
i just paid sixty*two hundred for a pint of red
finna drink an eight straight and go to sleep, i might die in bed
b*tch, take that nappy weave out, you got a lion head
do you wanna givе the money up or wanna die instеad?
it don’t matter ’cause we robbin’ your b*tch ass
and when you give the money up, we still poppin’ your b*tch ass
you be buyin’ plastic pints, we be knockin’ on the glass
he tried to run from the glock and i shot him in his ass
chuck just popped me off, he know i love thirties
dope fiend, i just poured some lean in a mcflurry
take that chain off and take it back, bro, the sh*t blurry
b*tch, go get a razor blade and shave your cat, the sh*t furry
bro hittin’ everything, you’d think i’m with curry
i’m a kind*hearted n*gga, but for the pape’, i can get scary
just bought an eight of brown red, i’m finna get dirty
why everybody tryna go to bed? it’s only 6:30
i ain’t goin’ to sleep ’til i touch a million cash
my b*tch thick with a big old ass and a brazilian wax
last time i had an altercation, i got children whacked
stop pullin’ out that lil’ ten, n*ggas get k!lled for that
i wasn’t really good at sellin’ crack, i was built to rap
psych, i’m lyin’, i just bought a brick and made a million packs
i just pulled a b*tch hair out, she want her zillions back
take the condom off and f*ck raw, i wanna feel the cat
dog sh*t on me, but i’m finna go steal a ‘cat
flashlight on the glock white, but the pistol black
ak*47 same size as midget mac
took a n*gga strap and walked off, he want his pistol back
before you think ’bout robbin’, ask yourself where the hospital at
she gotta practice ‘fore she suck my d*ck, where a popsicle at?
n*gga swung on me in the club, that’s where we k!lled him at
n*gga tried some bullsh*t and got his ceiling cracked
bro was paralyzed, but he said he gettin’ his feeling back
in a ’21 escalade with the biggest dash
i can show you how to cook dope, this a whipping class
my son ain’t know how to load a gun, so i whipped his ass
i just drunk twenty lines of act’, i know my liver black
i just sold a half a brick on telegraph
they pulled off in a blue mclaren, it was h*lla fast
before coronavirus came around, i used to wear a mask
a n*gga ain’t never gave me sh*t, ’cause i never asked, n*gga
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
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