lirik lagu rio da yung og – last day out
[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
what up, marc boomin?
you know what’s up, you know
it’s my last day out, know what i’m sayin’?
i’m, i’ma go ‘head kick it with y’all, show you how i’m livin’ right quick
that’s why i’ll be right back, though
that sh~t ain’t sh~t
[verse]
this my last day out, i’m finna jump fresh
pull a hundred k out, go to the set
it’ll be god if i find a pint of hi~tech
gotta go out with a bang on my last sip
still got bmi checks i ain’t cash yet
youtube checks rollin’ in, i ain’t even check
i wasn’t paranoid at all, i ain’t even sweat
twenty racks on the floor right now, i’ma need that
three years and eight months, i’ll be right back
quarter million put up, i could sleep like that
but i’m really nervous, though, i can’t even cap
i just bought my second crib and bm got the ‘lac
probably finna sell my 550, sn~tch off the wrap
i can make a hundred racks quick, i just gotta rap
i know i’m out on fed bond, but i got a strap
i got too many chains on, i ain’t tryna scr~p
d~ck her down off a perc’, made her wobble back
i think i need to go to church, wherе my mama at?
gotta spend some time with my granny, whеre big mama at?
i should bring her to the studio to watch me rap
your grandbaby doin’ good, just made another hundred
my mama lost me to the state, me and my lil’ brother
baby ghost, i told you to chill, we gotta get some money
just think about when mama used to make us split a hundred
we gon’ be straight, though, i feel it in my stomach
i d~cked her down, b~tch say she feel it in her stomach
i might turn myself in in a prada jumper
just know when i get out, a helicopter comin’
man, them b~tches hit your baby with conspiracy
took the blame for a phone call, it wasn’t really me
them b~tches grabbed, me, ty, a, lee, and my n~gga c
talkin’ ’bout the f~ckin’ city boys, are you kiddin’ me?
i don’t even know them n~ggas in my paperwork
and i ain’t sayin’ n0body snitchin’ unless i see the paper first
yeah, i knocked the b~tch out, but i maced her first
‘member stuntin’ at the gas station tryna take a purse
now i’m freestylin’, drinkin’ cough syrup, takin’ percs
yeah, i’ll post your mixtape, you gotta pay me first
i know my fans probably mad i gotta leave ’em
but i’ma still drop heat, y’all gotta stream it
even though it’s gon’ be a while ‘fore y’all see me
i’m comin’ back ten times harder, guarantee it
what kind of diamonds in your chain? i can’t see ’em
i got some cookie loads ’round, they eighteen~ish
plea agreement came in, i ain’t read it
just give me all the time y’all want to, ’cause i ain’t see sh~t
just ’cause he got thirty months don’t mean he snitched
if you ain’t see the evidence, then you can eat d~ck
forty~four months seem long, but it’s gon’ be quick
i might not even call a b~tch ’til week six
can’t be mad, ’cause i signed up for this street sh~t
got it out the mud, i do not accept free sh~t
y’all gon’ miss me, though?
man, they lyin’ if they say da yung og ain’t put the city on
when you locked, they’ll treat you like you dead and gone
little do they know i’m comin’ home to a letter, bro
like an m or somethin’
and my b~tch textin’ me like the dinner done
man, the opps cliqued up, i bought a bigger gun
seventeen~five just to get the kitchen done
bullets in the .308 look like a little thumb
alright, i got so much sauce on me like a chicken nugget
dior b22s off the prison jumper
i’ma be gone for a minute, but my n~ggas comin’
[outro]
my n~ggas comin’ harder than ever
yeah, my n~ggas finna go hard
ghetto boyz, b~tch, on the yard, i’ma bogard
probably got fifty, sixty racks in my goyard
n~gga, you do not own a crib, you ain’t—
how the f~ck you own a crib, you [?] ap, you ain’t got no yard?
ayy, i’ll be right back, though, look
ghetto boyz in this b~tch, n~gga, free the whole ghetto
free c, free a, free ri, free t, you know what i’m sayin’
my n~gga peezy back, mike gon’ hold this sh~t down
louie gon’ hold this sh~t down
i got the coochie man
n~gga, my best friends are f~ckin’ talented entertainment
y’all gotta, ayy, y’all gotta deal with us
n~gga, even when i’m gone, y’all gon’ have to deal with me, ’cause i’m still puttin’ pressure down
and i’m givin’ you n~ggas a chance to catch back up, godd~mnit
i’m finna go, go down, lay down, go to sleep for three years, eight months
get some rest
’cause when i come home, the pressure back on
i’m back not sleepin’, i’m back in the studio on you n~ggas’ head
i’m back droppin’ chains and watches and new cars
y’all n~ggas got three years to catch up, bro, i’m tellin’ you
sh~t on the floor, ghetto boyz
let me hear that sh~t, water, from the jump
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