lirik lagu rio da yung og - rap war
[intro]
money is not everything, it’s the only thing
(it’s a wayne beat)
(elijah, not another one)
(his name’s pablo!)
[verse]
five racks on a fit, b~tch, i act stupid
veeze in a green brabus look like a crab moving
got the b~tch sucking d~ck, while her ass moving
beat a c.o. b~tch down, and send a rack to her
on some bullsh~t, i done got into some rap war
bring your dogsh~t out, let’s have a rap war
i might buy a ‘rari truck before we start the tour
i’m with them one n~ggas, the letter start with four
supreme forces, three hundred, sweater cost four
that’s forty~three hundred on some sh~t that i barely wore
he just shot you in the leg, bro, you barely sore
i’m paranoid, answer the phone in my scary voice
back in 2013, we was the larry boys
four karats each ear, them lil jerry boys
if you ain’t tryna drop sh~t, then what you said it for?
b~tch, i’m rich now, and i would not cap, that’s what i said it for
you can’t compare your man to me, he very poor
mix the tris with quagen, that’s very demure
i seen a n~gga get his sh~t pushed back, i’m paranoid
we run from the state police, we call them cherry boys
hit a left, then a right, there we never was
baby ghost a demon, he will not spare you in the club
i pulled off on my big bro, and left him with a dub
i’m on my own sh~t, i swear, i’m tired of helping n~ggas up
seventy racks left wrist, i just got out of prison
i keep it real, the bustdown ain’t mine, jerry left it with me
i’m with my nephew jaire, sharon left him with me
i got a hundred in the clip, but spare a n~gga fifty
kb got that trigger thang, share it to ‘til it’s empty
it’s f~cked up, they tried to get a biggie bag, i left at wendy’s
bottle cap balenci’ belt, it was eleven~fifty
like, how we talkin’ bout some sh~t that i never mentioned?
you n~ggas can just dress better than me, was never better than me
i might pop out in my city with a letter with me
that’s a whole m, hopping out the ‘rari truck with the chrome timbs
real business man, n~gga, you would never hit me
said my phone dead, matter fact, where the f~ck my other phone at?
n~gga, i got p~ssy when i was in jail, wasn’t no phone s~x
and, i paid the b~tch to bring me a pint of old red
you ain’t got more money than me, f~cking bonehead
we just dropped an eight, but you could never tell, cause it’s a code red
yeah, you really k!lled a tour, your shows was dead
kidnap him, make him shoot himself in his own forehead
i done drunk so much drank, feel like an old man
zero miles on a maybach, it got flowed in, it got towed in
probably in the ‘raq, with a switch on me, in the low end
[outro]
with some blow heads, man, haha
come on
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