warm up - rio da yung og lyrics
[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
mhm
marc boomin, i’m still f*ckin’ with you, my baby
(boomin need extras)
[verse]
i should be with iur ’cause i’m a dr—, alright
i just drunk a box of, i just, you know we be havin’ to warm up
i just drunk a pint, could be with iur ’cause i’m a drank god
this rap sh*t changed my life, i gotta thank god
before i go to jail, i’m plottin’ now on how to break out
pop up at a n*gga door with the glock, he ordered takeout
i used to sell real pills, but they fake now
too much pressure on a n*gga, i might break down
but when i think about my kids, they motivate me, so i’m straight now
oh, ’cause i got a couple dollars, so i’m fake now?
they gon’ really hate me in four years if they hate now
two chunks of money, both pockets got me wеighed down
four*five glock, boom, boom, turn the bass down
beefin’ with thе whole city ’cause you only shoot waist down
hit the n*gga in his forehead, he fell face down
forty racks got me walkin’ bow*leg, i get pape’ now
alright, i just ate dinner, i want some cake now
peezy told me i was gon’ come up ’cause i stayed down
four chains on me now, i’m a lighthouse
used to drink red and freestyle off the head at the white house
if you ever see me with a b*tch, she gettin’ piped down
supercharger on the h*llcat make a whine sound
slidin’ on the first day, f*ck lettin’ beef die down
this my third oxycontin 30, think i’m high now
you know them ‘bows i said i had wet? they dry now
in a s550 benz, i’m just ridin’ ’round
hit six people in the crowd, i shot five times
right now, my mouth dry, me and ray just drunk five lines
i see your name in that paperwork, i got it highlighted
i can’t believe them n*ggas said i told, i am not johnny
still ridin’ ’round lookin’ for that one n*gga who shot—
oh, they said the clubs back open? somethin’ gettin’ dropped friday
came to the club to spank somethin’, i do not party
i’ll never steal from my blood, i am not charlie
at this point in life, f*ck everybody, so i’m name droppin’
you say you want a zip? i’m on the way, bro, the ‘caine lockin’
finna start wearin’ girbauds with the strap, they got eight pockets
dub play, but i spent twelve, it was eight profit
i tell a b*tch exactly how it is, bae, i ain’t toxic
i’m with the choppaboys, we’ll send a n*gga to a brain doctor
rayray got me ridin’ with a drac’, i used to hate choppers
jump out on you with a hundred shots, they like, “d*mn, he ain’t stoppin'”
got into a shootout in the hood with a gray glocky
stupid n*gga thought he had trish, it was eight wocky
tried to charge a hundred for the lines, i gave him eighty dollars
i just poured a four of straight drop in my daughter baby bottle
yeah, i love my b*tch, she my friend and my baby mama
when y’all was walkin’ to the store ten deep, i had dre, mo, rada
when a broke n*gga talk ’bout what he had, we just change topics
i just made forty racks all pros off some fake roxies
[outro]
yeah, ghetto boy sh*t, n*gga
yeah, this rap sh*t serious, man, but we still f*ck with the r’s too
you know what i’m sayin’? we ain’t gon’ get into that
the ghetto free, b*tch, we gon’ just keep sayin’ it
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