lirik lagu rio da yung og - off-rap
[intro]
(nito, what up my n~gga?)
(it’s a wayne beat)
yeah, alright
what up, wayne?
ghetto boy sh~t
i’m in a million~dollar house off rap, man, i’m tryna rap
aight
[verse]
one~point~two just to be exact
f~ck around and blanked out, i just took a ‘zac
b~tch, when the feds grabbed me, i ain’t look back
in a gucci store, spend six racks, then get a bookbag
right now i’m high off a lot of drank, i just look mad
that n~gga ain’t got dog sh~t, that’s why he look sad
f~ck around and put an apr~n on, in my cook bag
sosa for the interception with the drank, i know snoop mad
somethin’ tellin’ me to do a hook bad
but i’m still in my punch bag, you know, hook, jab
sprite d~mn near gone, know my cup mad
left in a maybach even though i had a bus pass
he went to jail and got g~y, wasn’t gettin’ enough ass
heard a n~gga took your cell phone, you know that look bad
don’t give a f~ck how much this jacket cost, i ain’t puttin’ it back
mike saved the day, i missed a shot and he put it back
trish with the quagen taste like glass red
that night them n~ggas stole my jewelry, i was half dead
i popped three 30s, drunk an eight, and took a half a xan’
bro, i’m still paranoid, that’s why i back in
where the f~ck you get that gun from? what’s that, a mac~10?
i seen a n~gga throw his life away ’cause he ain’t had hands
ask me am i gettin’ money? look at cass pants
my son got on some amiris with a roll in ’em
and he only seven years old, n~gga
i don’t buy diamonds no more, i’m a gold digger
ten~mil’ chunky, but the four~five hole bigger
b~tch p~ssy hole loose, we stuck a pole in her
did y’all listen to my tape? i put my soul in it
tomorrow, i’m wearin’ slacks, i might pop out like a old n~gga
bro precise with that glock, he a dome hitter
oh, you tryna talk sh~t? i’m the wrong n~gga
ayy, mike, come here real quick, bring your phone with you
this white boy tryna give us ten to send a song to him
i just know your phone slap, you got my old number
i think like a og, but my soul younger
a thousand horses in this b~tch, can’t keep control of it
that house in the a, ayy, ri, how you much owe? nothing
let’s talk about flint, got twenty~four of ’em
stop worryin’ ’bout what i do and go and own somethin’
twenty~nine hunnid for the chrome joggie
promoters on some bullsh~t, let’s start our own party
crazy, i got dog sh~t and don’t own cartis
ain’t got enough to buy the h~llcat, but i don’t want a charger
my brother tryna get some drink, i don’t wanna charge him
oh, bro, you want a verse? give me four thousand
what veeze say? we already big, but finna go larger
this bracelet right here was twenty~four thousand
n~gga, f~ck your og, i got my own mama
three~pointer in a five~karat make it look harder
i’m finna put on every chain, make ’em look harder
smash the gas in the trx, i got a foot problem
nah, that n~gga feet stink, he need some foot powder
we ain’t got no slugs in here, all buckshotters
i know a n~gga with some money, never took shotters
how the f~ck i get indicted and i don’t even know how to cook powder?
[outro]
what the f~ck?
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu otb cully - smith & wesson
- lirik lagu isobel - laundry
- lirik lagu 최창순 (choichangsoon) - bye
- lirik lagu toxic lipstick - why don't u like me?
- lirik lagu vii - dynastie
- lirik lagu absolem - rrring
- lirik lagu katri helena - elämän tie
- lirik lagu the king's choraliers - the holly and the ivy
- lirik lagu brothers in christ - don't let the world deceive you
- lirik lagu leony - by your side (in my mind)