lirik lagu rio da yung og - aggressive flow
[intro]
(‘sace whipped this sh~t up)
(trey did this)
[verse]
he’ll get your ass wiped, don’t f~ck with him
three tennis chains on, cost a f~ckin’ m
play duck, duck, goose, see if you duck a ten
a n~gga sn~tch my chain, he dyin’ doin’ the runnin’ man
when we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand
i’m finna audit you lil’ n~ggas, i’m uncle sam
i’m done f~ckin’ with my daddy, but i f~ck with tam, that’s my auntie
real sh~t, i’m probably finna cut off alee
this sh~t been f~ckin’ with my mental, bruh, i can’t think
anxiety, if i ain’t got a xanny bar, i can’t sleep
variety, we got a party pack, it’s like eighteen
you lyin’ to me if you tell me them is not fake jeans
you down with me ’cause bro clutchin’ on a glock 18 with monkey nuts on it
you got fake chrome jeans, i don’t even want ’em
i had a gun on me, but i won’t even show it
he had a gun on him, but he won’t even blow it and we all know it
they put me in a hole knowin’ i’m claustrophobic
i did too much time, so i came home and bought a rollie
then i bought a sky~dweller, then i bought a ap
then i bought another one and bought my bae three
black smoke gettin’ in my eyes, bruh, i can’t see
just hit a b~tch from the c’s, raw, now i can’t pee
if he ain’t got on six~carat earrings, that ain’t ree, that ain’t me
if he ain’t got a lamb’ truck, b~tch, that ain’t me
if he ain’t got a million dollar crib, n~gga, matter of fact, this b~tch one point three
if he ain’t got a pool at the crib, that ain’t me
if he ain’t had a m, n~gga, then that ain’t ree
if that n~gga ain’t my mom he can’t spank me
i’m the reason flint poppin’, better thank me
i coulda got a gun in jail, you not gon’ shank me
you know i take it far, every time i get p~ssed off, i take a bar
then i calm down, then i settle down
he just had some purp’, he got some yellow now
he was a ja morant fan, he like lame’lo now
this b~tch been ballin’ with me ten years, ain’t got a ring, she like carmelo now
way i put my b~lls between her legs, she like ai
i stay high, up an m in cash, they said it’s ai
i believe in a higher power, i can’t die
i told you i’d never f~ck your b~tch ’cause i can’t try
m i n e entertainment, richest n~ggas out of flint, i can’t lie
caught the n~gga ridin’ on a bike, we gon’ skate by
i could do a u~turn, jump off and drop eighty~five
coulda hit you with the whole hundred
your baby f~cked up, let me hold somethin’, i hate hearin’ that sh~t
i don’t even fear god, i ain’t scared of sh~t
don’t wear fear of god, i don’t wear essentials
that n~gga beat a fed case with a paralegal
he had a hundred cal out, that was a pair of eagles
two~fifty cals, this a f~ckin’ ten milli’, it’ll flip a cow
drive the lamb’ like ricky bobby and i’m ricky’d down
b~tch, i’m on house arrest, you know that i don’t sit around
i gotta stay on my feet, i gotta move quick
i— every day i gotta do sh~t
every day i’m ridin’ ’round with two clips
if we drunk four pints, is that two~fifths?
i don’t know my math, i’m kinda high now
i kinda get sleepy when i’m— uh, alright
you get shot in your head, you better not lie down, you better not close your eyes
you know if you panic, then you gonna die
this a chrome .45
30s made me go to sleep but my bone alive
the b~tch jumped on my d~ck like she rode a bike
i got too much j on, i don’t wanna fight
i don’t wanna beat your ass, but i want your life
you try to gaffle, boys, boy, you gonna die
you try m~i~n~e, you gon’ d~i~e
you gotta sign a nda and let me see your id
before i let you in the crib, give your phone to d
and you gotta let ’em tint your car
my yn on bullsh~t, he just sniffed a bar
he bent the quarter in the h~llcat and put that b~tch in park
he shootin’ a .308, we can hit from afar
we ridin’ with a f~ckin’ sniper rifle
if i only f~ck one time, then i don’t like you
i’m a real n~gga, if you go to jail, i am not gon’ write you
but i put a hundred dollars on your book so you could buy some nikes
i remember when my bro wouldn’t let me buy no diapers
he came home, i gave him ten thousand, then a pint of wocky
keep throwin’ that sh~t in these n~ggas’ face, i feel c~cky
call me shottie d, this is shottie b
beat b’s in the slug, that’s how shotties be
you gotta load that b~tch up
if you a m~i~n~e gaffle boy entertainment, n~gga, hold your—
n~gga, hold your— uh, uh, n~gga, hold your sh~t up
n~gga, hold your wrist up, don’t get twisted up
tell the b~tch i need my hair twisted up
after she do my hair, she gon’ l!ck my nuts
your baby daddy cannot f~ck with me, i wear rick and stuff
i don’t trick enough, so i don’t hit enough
i heard they hit your brother up and you ain’t pick him up
i’m somewhere with a bad b~tch, eatin’ chicken, b~tt
i done drunk a lot of pints, i need my liver flushed
i can’t believe sosa came in my house while swish was up
then a n~gga fell asleep off bars, time i lift him up
knowin’ d~mn well can’t n0body pick your big ass up
matter fact, let me hit your cup
where the f~ckin’ ball at? n~gga, lift it up
lift the bottle top ‘fore you get your bottle popped
got off some 2pac sh~t, almost shot a cop
don’t give a f~ck what kinda gun you got, it can’t stop a chop’
i hope you know n~gga get cut in half when choppers chop
when choppers chop, when a chopper chop
when a chopper chop, it’s a chopper chop
choppa style, we in chopper city
i pull up on my mama, brought a chopper with me
pull up on my baby mama, brought a chopper with me
i pull up on my n~gga, got a glocky with me
i can’t let him see it, he might try to slide
in a lamb’ truck, i made the ass shake when they got behind me
i know i’m finna drop a tape, i wanna drop somebody
i feel like future in ’08, i’m finna pop a molly
drink some activis, i’ll smack a b~tch
i’m really havin’ this, i don’t be actin’ rich
real dope fiend, baby, i grew up smellin’ crack and sh~t
hit him in the shoulder, he did a backwards flip
b~tch, my heart gettin’ colder, you better not ask for sh~t, i’ma tell you no
you say you finna get put out your house, i’ma tell you so
you raise your voice when you in my house, i’ma tell you go
i wish a n~gga would throw a— now i’m tellin’ ghosts
they shot his ass up close, all you smell is smoke
that sh~t reekin’ through the bag, i can tell it’s dope
the b~tch asked me ten questions, all i said was, “nope”
the n~gga showed will somethin’, all he said it was, “dope”
jay asked me, “should i do it?” i’ma tell him, “go”
i swear to god
if woody walk in the liquor store, that b~tch gettin’ robbed, free my n~gga woody
a n~gga put a hit on my chain, i’m goin’ out like gucci
slidin’ out of maybeezy, n~gga tried me, i’m goin’ out like lucci
like, b~tch, why the f~ck did you just get in my car and it smell like coochie?
welcome to the mind of a maniac, i feel like boosie
my lips wet, i need some codeine, bro, i feel like pookie
twenty naked hoes in the house while i smell like dookie
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