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free peezy - rmc mike & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
n*gga, i just be sh*t talkin’, i’m bad at rappin’
(david wesson)
and i gotta be myself, i’m bad at actin’
alright, alright, ayy

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
when i first met big p, i was crack sellin’
he told me sell dope or just rap, stop half steppin’
but i wasn’t makin’ money off the rap, so i laughed at him
bought some dope and caught a fed case, kinda ass*backwards
you still talkin’ ’bout a hundred k, boy, that ain’t money
p came home like f*ck the morton, one lines of red go for eight hundred
ghetto boy piece cost eight racks, can you pay it for me?
he said, “n*gga, you could buy ten of ’em, just go say somethin'”
meanin’ go to the studio and rap, n*gga
then hе pulled out a bookbag with eighty racks in it
he told mе if you got a catalog, then you can stack money
he ain’t have to sell an oj, he just rap for it

[verse 2: rmc mike]
first day i met p was at the gas station
he like, “you hard and i can get your ass some mad paper”
but i ain’t listen, went back to the block and started bag chasin’
i love this rappin’ sh*t, but my first passion was drag racin’
i only met the n*gga twice, but he a real n*gga
that made it easier for me to sign a deal with him
i’m a rapper now, two years ago, i was a pill flipper
steady addin’ to my catalog, i’m tryna build, n*gga
ghetto boyz for life until i die, and that’s the way it is
still reppin’ real money counter, free that n*gga ben
grinded hard for everything i got, we ain’t need a bin
p told me with this rappin’ sh*t, you don’t need friends
[verse 3: lougram]
if i got it, my whole team gon’ get a plate (ghetto boy)
never had my hand out, i’ma make it shake (i’ma make it shake)
h*llcats back to back, f*ck around and race (skrrt)
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t, but never to my face (huh?)
a four of wockhardt to the face (yeah)
put up numbers in the mil’, it was me and face (babyface)
put on all my chains and locked the city up (we tourin’)
how you stackin’ and you never put a fifty up? (lame)
grown man paper, you a lil’ kid (go away)
check my stats to go see all the sh*t that i did (go check)
you can never f*ck with me if you don’t own a crib (yeah)
winnin’ ten years straight, you would think this sh*t is rigged (run it)
b*tch, i’m up a half a ticket and i put that on my kids (lougram)

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
you can catch me walkin’ down 6 mile with a beater on
left flanders with a heater on me, walked to cedar grove
down in the d by myself with a pita roll
ordered food at coney town and sold a brick ‘fore the pita was gone

[verse 5: rmc mike]
shot an opp n*gga with a cannon like it’s b*roll
i’m finna start sn*tchin’ n*ggas chain until big p home
in the chi’ on michigan ave with some p*stones
i don’t f*ck with the bougie b*tches, i like cheap hoes
[verse 6: lougram]
six chains at one time, bust watch to go blind
two watches on, still never on time
expensive*ass drop you can never find
free peezy, know ballin’ ain’t a crime

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
n*gga, free peezy, we on the wintertime grind
i let y’all drive them ‘cats in the summer, wintertime mine
rolls*royce truck or bentayga, which one i’m buyin’?
glock 45 and a 23, which one i’m firin’?

[verse 8: rmc mike]
30k on my first kit, p’ll be proud of me
flint town n*gga, but i know for sure the mile love me
twenty ‘bows of a1 on the way, i know the loud musty
b*tch love my d*ck, she’ll wash my dirty towels for me

[verse 9: lougram]
givenchy shirt cost a n*gga rent money (two racks)
never hated, always told n*ggas get money (real talk)
big guns, you ain’t takin’ sh*t from me (never)
i bet i stack triple more than n*ggas spent money (lougram)

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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