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who made this - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
who made this?
this b*tch hard as h*ll
alright
let me see that thirty right there

[verse]
ooh, i finally got the itch i’m lookin’ for
move, b*tch, don’t get too close, four*nickel blow
real drankhead, dropped a deuce of wock’ and had to l!ck the floor
e, where the drank? he talkin’ ’bout he don’t bust scripts no more
e, where the f*ck is the drank at?
forty*eight hundred for a pint, i can pay that
nowadays, n*ggas cuttin’ lean, let me weigh that
they ask me why i’m always in flint, that’s where i stay at
crowd of n*ggas tried to jump on me, where my k at?
yeah, it’s with a k, dumbass
he thought he bought a twelve, but it’s just an eight, dumbass
the opps should’ve been some running backs ’cause they run fast
in a 750 bimmer, red seats with the run*flats
make the shotty feel automatic ’cause i pump fast
honestly, i need the percocets ’cause i f*ck fast
you’d probably cut some green with your bum ass
i’ll probably hit the scene with a hun’ cash
i just counted seventy racks up with my son cash
b*tch, back up, you can’t get no d*ck with your drunk ass
make a n*gga turn into flash when the gun flash
r*t*rded*ass boy, you was probably in that one class
this a 550 benz, that’s a 4matic
fiend only had twelve dollars, i threw the dope at him
i probably got some wockhardt, you see me at [?]
ugly n*gga, hundred k in jewelry on and my fro nappy
see? i can say the same sh*t and switch it up
caught him at the mall, up the stick, he start b*tchin’ up
skub was sleep, then we bumped into some opps, he start gettin’ up
so much wock’, it taste like i just poured a pint of liquor up
crop that n*gga out that fl!ck, he f*cked my picture up
i’m a fiend, i see you itchin’, i’ma think you took a percocet
f*ck the blues, i think the rp*30s work the best
unc smoke swishers, but the weed he got’ll hurt your chest
i’m a pro at drinkin’ hi*tech and i can work the tec
oh, you was was goin’ to the store to get some ‘woods? bring a squirt back
i make money off of rap, but i might bring sellin’ work back
made a hundred racks in the chi and i can merch that
i pray to god they bring some actavis cough syrup back
you cannot trust any b*tch, i had to learn that
four*nick spit and burn a n*gga top, i can perm that
why sign a deal for a half a mil’ when i can earn that?
just cooked a zip of b*tter, i gotta churn that
now i’m in baton rouge askin’ n*ggas where the sherm at
i need a dirty project b*tch, where a germ at?
oh, you dropped a mixtape? i ain’t heard that
i had a bad b*tch, but had to cut her off, she take birdbaths
smokey ran off with a zip, where big worm at?
smoke you while i’m chillin’ with my b*tch, you took a dirt nap
i think i’m tryna buy a dog, call curt back
n*gga, i do not want no green, where the purp’ at?
f*ck it, i’ll drink some plain promethazine, where a perc’ at?
baby, i’m tryna f*ck in church, wear a skirt, bet
don’t pull your p*ssy out when i’m off percs, i’ll hurt that
pull a stupid dog beat up, i’ll murk that
n*gga got some skinny*ass jeans, but his shirt fat
all*white off*white jeans, but the shirt black
hold on, cut the beat off, bro, you heard that?
oh, i thought a n*gga tried to kick the door down
f*ck the inside of the crib up with the four*pound
compressor on the chop, it don’t make no sound
you can’t even hold your titties up, how you gon’ hold me down?
b*tch, put the p*ssy up and come blow me down
i don’t sell dope, but i rap and it’s some ‘bows around
i can’t believe you cuffed her, she a throw*around
you the type of n*gga come around askin’ is some hoes around? n*gga

- rio da yung og lyrics

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