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lirik lagu rio da yung og, vonoff1700, rmc mike & yn jay - ghetto cypher

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[intro: yn jay]
(it’s a wayne beat)
sh~t
yeah, like we, we gon’ come the right way, like (f~ck the fire, we got grease)
like, we gon’ pull up with that sh—, with that sh~t!
d~mn

[verse 1: yn jay]
hit a n~gga in his watermelon, watch his head bust
gaffle boyz, we got a lot of dough, get your bread up
i beat her doonies from the side with one leg up
n~gga died in a trackhawk, he in a dead truck
if you ain’t gon’ shoot the gun, why you hold the fire?
i got a four, ri’ got a five, sh~t, let’s pour a nine
shot a full body ‘k with on one knee, it got my shoulder tired
b~tch hеad goin’ up and down, she on a roller coaster ridе
n~gga k!lled your main man, you supposed to slide
the ambulance bought him back to life, he was supposed to die
i don’t want no hamburger, i just want some fries
the trap house don’t ever close, we need an open sign

[verse 2: rmc mike]
i prefer a sealed pint, i like to open mine
hit him up close with the glock, he got an open mind
he never made a shot, he went o for nine
i’m tryna dodge a pistol charge, ’cause i’m totin’ mine
steppin’ on the brick in louis v loafers
rock that b~tch underarm, we don’t need holsters
sh~t, our love come organic, we don’t need posters
i only ate it ’cause her p~ssy had a clean odor
pint of tris, pint of qua’, we gon’ mix~match ’em both
you ain’t never dropped an eight by yourself, n~ggas broke
them hoe n~ggas that you lookin’ up to, them n~ggas old
i’m finna drop a dtm piece, i do the most
[verse 3: vonoff1700]
the opps outside, tell them n~ggas send the lo’
when we caught that n~gga, shot him from his head to his toe
i just got a pint of tris for a ‘bow
think he a savage ’cause he just bought him a gun, he a hoe
soon as they say, “it’s up”, we leavin’ n~ggas on the floor
they pulled up on my side, i start shootin’ through the door
mini micro drac’ll turn a n~gga to a ghost
i just landed in miami, finna go and buy a boat
got this fn~fn out the pile, but they think i pay a note
caught him ridin’ with his b~tch, bonnie and clyde, k!lled them both
he my cousin and he snitchin’, i don’t care, he gotta go
she was playin’ with the d~ck, i had to shove it down her throat
.308 super big, i knocked the head off a goat
i just walked in louis v and spent four bands on a coat
he had his gun in his hand and he ran on his bro
we gon’ k!ll him on the stage if you playin’ at a show

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
they hit him in his head, then did a stand over
popped the n~gga top with a can opener
i don’t wanna f~ck that b~tch, but my friend wanna
you can only buy a ten pack or better, not a gram server
not his pants purple, what the f~ck?
they shot the n~gga ‘maro up, it turned him to a transformer
why you never go to jail, are you an informant?
i left the interview early, it was important
the white man just called me with some act’, i d~mn near walked to him
who the f~ck made your jewelry, i wanna talk to ’em
they hit that b~tch so many times, how his car movin’?
eliantte him behind the tent, thought they saw future
like, sittin’ behind five percent, you can see the chinain
she give me so much head, she got a big brain
four escalades behind me when i switch lanes
now everybody know me, i can’t even use my nickname
i block a car wash, come get your whip sprayed
baby, come give me some head and get your rent paid
i’m a real drank sipper, you can’t trick me
n~gga, i was sippin’ actavis in the sixth grade
he pulled a lil too close and the switch sprayed
lil n~gga owe me ten bands, but his b~tch paid
i am not tryna f~ck, i wanna get face
n~gga called me, said his whip came up missin’, he was with fxce
this b~tch’ll turn your water dirty, this a flint drink
your mama gon’ hold you down, bro, a b~tch ain’t
i’m with a real og k!ller, he got a switch blade
von put a dead body on the thumbnail, it was for cl!ckbait
[verse 5: yn jay, rmc mike, vonoff1700, rio da yung og]
sh~t
got shot while he was on vacay, he took a big break
they k!lled him on a cruise ship, he took a vacation
pull up right now with the pint, bro, i hate waitin’
thousand pounds in the trunk, i’m tryna dodge the weight station
is we gon’ f~ck or not, b~tch, i hate datin’
that n~gga lyin’ like he muslim, he just hate bacon
i’m in puerto rico with a case of quagen, it’s a baecation
we took him to the carnival, he got his face painted
last thing that n~gga seen was fire and a ‘k shakin’
this b~tch tryna pull up, i had to beyblade her
how my day went, i bought a pint of quagen and an eighth later
real trench baby, i sat on 79th with some eighth graders


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