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letra de cornball - j1hunnit & rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
yeah
(danny g on the beat)
yeah

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
pop a perc’, f-ck a b-tch like an animal
i’ll jump out with the k actin’ like hannibal
shootin’ sh-t, y’all n-ggas ain’t doin’ sh-t
they like, “rio, why’d you—” alright
they like, “rio, why you drink so much lean?” ’cause i’m used to it
i was drinkin’ real act’, addin’ juice with it
back then, i was jumpin’ out with k’s, actin’ loose with it
was finna catch a body in the fifth, but i let ju get it
two bodies on the glock when i let scoot get it
.308 hit a n-gga car, now ain’t no roof in it
eject a live round in the car and left proof in it
k got an assh0l-, i’ll poot with it
i am not squarin’ up, i shoot n-ggas
one day i started fightin’ in the club and shot two n-ggas
one day these hoes tried to jump my b-tch, popped two women
if i still have this pop layin’ around, ain’t no juice in it
walked out my b-tch crib with dog sh-t, left p–p in it
i know why you got amiris on, ain’t no loot in ’em
tight-ass pants, these n-ggas dressin’ like cute b-tches
i got a pair of jordan craigs on with a pint of juice in ’em
the other pocket got two hundred hundreds and a small glock
i’m sick you n-ggas droppin’ two-liters, drinkin’ up the pop
last year, i walked into mass, yeah, had to punch an opp
they gave my lil’ dog [?] life, tried to slump a cop (1hunnit)
[verse 2: j1hunnit]
the cup dirty, juice thicker than some doggy slob (sh-t thick)
i can’t even pass a p-ss test or a saliva swab (f-ck)
she used to datin’ cornb-lls, she wanna bite the cob (corn-ass n-gga)
but she don’t call me to eat her cat ’cause that’s doggy job (never)
my trap goin’ in the hall of fame, i want a golden kn-b
i’m in a store f-ckin’ up the clerk, this n-gga silent bob (f-ck the store up)
1hunnit get a head tapped with a shrug and nod
chrome heart cross on my chest, i came praisin’ god (praise god)
ho, you say you got some fish, i’m finna raise the rod
oh, this ho think i’m cheap, i’m finna up a wad (b-tch)
this n-gga think he made of steel, i brought general zod
i’ll get a n-gga scalped, but i ain’t sweeney todd
dull-ass chain, yeah, i see you in your moisy bag (moisannite-ass chain)
them lab n-ggas went and bought all the buffs hutchy had
shawty likin’ all my pics, she wanna f-ck me bad (f-ck)
i’m in here countin’ up some dog sh-t doin’ a chucky laugh
dweeb-ass n-gga, he a braxton p. hartnabrig
lil’ loser-ass n-gga, dude jason biggs (f-ckin’ loser)
i barely got time to serve, i get booked for gigs
my shooter trick on p-ssies, i pay for wigs (put that sh-t up out the window, n-gga, go, hurry up)
me and rio lookin’ like we robbed a bank, we gotta evade the pigs
rob his g-wagen like a tank, i exit out the lid
mike jones, my diamonds ice age, this sh-t from sid (ice age)
i’m at a private food tasting where the chef is hid
baby tried to pat me on my back, i started burpin’ squid
the soufflé tasted great, but the steak was mid
you think buyin’ hoes food trickin’, you a f-ckin’ kid
ain’t even buy a b-tch a cheeseburger, you dweeb-ass n-gga

- j1hunnit rio da yung og

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