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Rio Da Yung Og
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(It's a Wayne beat) (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything Ghetto free, nigga This what y'all asked for, right? It's my turn now, shit, I let y'all niggas do what y'all had to do, you know what I'm sayin'? This shit crazy, man Just think about it, though, Ghetto Pulled a Maybach to the Greyhound, this my first day out He used to be the brick man, he doin' burpies now I ain't never cook the dope, C learned me how I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday child (**** the fire, we got grease) It's been a long time comin', it was quick, though Sixty months in the feds, it wasn't shit, though Louis Timbs cost a whole pint of Trish O's Rolls truck at the airport, I gotta dip, bro I got a bunch of shit to do, it's gon' be quick, though I gotta jump on my lil' bitch, I'm tryna hit road We got a whole pint poured, we don't sip fours I went to jail with tight clothes, now it's big clothes I had a forty-year-old man callin' me big bro A half a million in deposits, that's for six shows Still on the same shit, bro, keep squeezin' 'til the clip gone C got an eight, I got an eight, shit, that's a brick poured I drank a hundred pints in jail, you can ask Sosa They ain't never found my phone, I hid it in the lotion In a drop-head Ghost, the ceiling by the groceries Maybach two bucks, I'm puttin' armor on it One day, I did some bullshit, I know my karma comin' My cousin did some bullshit, now he not my cousin And I'ma keep it real with you, I'll pop my cousin I took a plea and did my time, I am not my cousin And **** it, if your daddy told, he is not my uncle Why would I buy a Hellcat and I got Brabus money? I told bro go to Flint and get a coffin for me He came back with a four of Act', it started talkin' to me Come around on loose shit, you gon' get steamrolled We got Pie, Quagen, Tris, and some green poured When I got them first M's, I put my team on I bought some cut dope from bro and put some clean on it This nigga thinkin' with the money, put a fiend on him How you gon' shoot one time with the Glock? Put a thing on it Hit the button on that bitch, it be like, "Brrt, bap" Five people got killed, it got the hood hot Four niggas in a Trackhawk, I wish we would stop Nigga, Da Yung OG back home, I wish you would drop Money is not everything, it's the only thing I went six hundred with Wafi and went only chains I was thinkin' 'bout bustin' a Rollie, but the Rollie plain Was finna buy some drank from Snook 'nem, but then my crodie came I just did four years, I'm a lonely man Ten pointers in my Rio piece, I ain't go to Dang Catch me screamin' RIP Quanny at the Notre Dame The way she gave that head up, she don't own the brain Make it thunderstorm in this bitch, we control the rain Wayne fell asleep makin' beats, I'ma go to Dame We went gold and they ain't play us on the radio Baby mama ****in' up my mood, man, I hate that ho Got some 'za 'bows for twenty-two, but they shaky, though Why you pass the gun to lil' cuz? You know he shaky, bro Me and Lou in that TRX, we some gear shifters I went GIA my ears, I don't hear niggas How you gon' pull up to the trap with my kids with you? Scored a cheap four of Actavis, it cost twelve-fifty He want a 'bow, but I ain't ridin' with paraphanelia, bring a scale with you I'm a real hustler, I'll sell chicken Semi on a hundred-round drum, it shot for twelve minutes Why every time somebody get shot, they say Trell did it? We ain't in the street shit, we just sell lyrics Bitch pussy locked up, it's a stale biscuit I got a million dollars cash, bring some help with you And I only got two kids, but I'll belt niggas
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