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letra de in & out - baby zeek & rio da yung og

(steve-o crowned this beat)

(intro: rio da yung og)
waddup baby zeek?
ghetto boyz sh-t

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
aye
i was just talking to the plug
trynna have that n-gga front a zip
then baby zeek called me with a 90 script
heard a n-gga took yo sh-t
why you buy a bl!ck?
this a old cat with a drum on it, and i
ride with it
[verse 2: baby zeek]
riding round with the heat
cause its a cold world
i love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl
i know a n-gga made 200 off of edd
rio talk sh-t so much i think his breath stink

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake
i got a bad b-tch she real but her breast fake
drunk all the lean tonight
i wasn’t thinking bout the next day
go to the store and grab some pinesol
i’m finna meth make

[verse 4: baby zeek]
bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk
and i’ll meet up with the opps
if they got some purp
shoot that n-gga in thе head
i need to watch it first
i paid bills i ain’t never hit my mommas pursе
sippin za bro told me that it’s what’s his name
oh yeah dawg let me smoke this n-gga to the brain
yo n-gga like a loose dog somebody took his chain
before i made some ramen noodles i was cooking caine
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
when you was bussin zips down
i was pushin’ weight
seen a n-gga hop out with a
i just looked away
call a n-gga bm like
“what you cook today”?
couple 9 pieces i could sell a whole book today
i feel like my n-gga rontae i’m a misfit
i seen a n-gga drop a hunnid and ain’t hit sh-t
i ain’t never loose with the strap b-tch i flip sh-t
this a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist

[verse 6: baby zeek]
baby wanna see the hood i shot her to the mall
call maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down
lv mascot b-tch i’m louis’d down
real trap n-gga, i’ll still bust a cutie down
heard the fans want some food i got a lot of that
boy you a b-tch they took yo sh-t and you bought it back?
my house lookin like the ground i got a lot of crack
just counted out 50 thou’
whose to vouch for that?

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
if ain’t no money in your f-nny pack
what you got in that?
one of my opps dropped a cat
and got shot in that
don’t be talking bout them blue bills
i get a lot of that
100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat
n-gga i’ll let you have my baby momma
if you got some act’
a n-gga popped my lil brother we shot him back
but the difference is we hit the n-gga top
he ain’t got a hat
50 racks on wok in one month
i ain’t gotta cap

[verse 8: baby zeek & rio da yung og]
all white caine but the boy still brown
i was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound
lil n-gga talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground
hood getting hot now we trappin outta town
she wanna f-ck rio and she wanna f-ck zeeks
but here take this rental
go shoot down to tennessee
i’m a real dope fein’
shoot my lines from the 3
and i’m a dope fiend too i just drunk
a whole key

[outro]
(by myself too, yeah ghetto boyz sh-t n-gga
you know what the f-ck goin’ on)

- baby zeek rio da yung og

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