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letra de against the wall - grindhard e

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
what up, sav? yeah

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i was f-cked up last year, back against the wall
just dropped a pint in one pop, this sh-t like liquid dog
sprayed a n-gga crib with a hundred, i think i hit the dog
off a blue thirty and some wock’, i might trip and fall

[verse 2: grindhard e]
drunk a four of tris and smoked a zip, i’m still standin’ tall
b-tch suck my d-ck, i had to tell her, “don’t forget the b-lls”
bro in the kitchen cuttin’ the soft with a nice and tall
dropped a hundred shots, ain’t hit sh-t, how you miss ’em all?
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
me and e just split another pill, i’m starin’ at the wall
just hit a project b-tch and sprayed my d-ck down with lysol
unc’ got cocaine on his nose, i told him wipe it off
the drought came, i sold a n-gga half a brick of drywall

[verse 4: grindhard e]
this pint that we got came sealed, i had to bite it off
i been talkin’ to five different hoes, i think i like ’em all
finessed my junkie for some norcos, told him they was tylenol
n-ggas actin’ hard, but, for real, they really cotton b-lls

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
his nose burnin’, he just hit a line of baking soda
caught a n-gga granny foldin’ clothes and put .380 on her
why the f-ck you buy a pound? scale the way [?][0:58] comin’
my n-gga love music and he take hits, i put some dre beats on him

[verse 6: grindhard e]
went to sleep high, woke up high, ’cause i hate bein’ sober
my fiend call and ask where i’m at, i said, “i’m gettin’ closer”
keep the glock right on my hip, i don’t need a holster
drunk a pint and couldn’t wake up, feel like i’m in a coma

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
you said thirty-six for a brick, can you make it lower?
told him i’ll buy three right now if i pay eighty for ’em
walkin’ through the park with my son with two glocks in the baby stroller
layin’ on my side, hittin’ this b-tch, had to leg choke her
[verse 8: grindhard e]
nowadays, you gotta see a b-tch id ’cause they say they older
told my b-tch if we break up, it might make us closer
crashed and hit a b-tch and i left her in the wreck ’cause i wasn’t stayin’ no longer
got some cheap [?][1:29], i’m a little stupid, i paid eighteen for ’em

[verse 9: rio da yung og]
my fiend tryna spend a stack, but he stay in burton
i love the way these drugs make me feel, b-tch, i’m [?]
cut a thousand grams of baby food, i’m on my bed burpin’
eighty on the chop, hit your block and make it rain like ocean

[verse 10: grindhard e & rio da yung og]
i ain’t hit n0body with this k, so it’s still a virgin
my chi was makin’ plays in hospital while i was still in surgery
itchin’ bad, f-ckin’ with rio, i just popped a thirty
this n-gga e got me drinkin’ tris, i done dropped a dirty, d-mn

- grindhard e

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