letra de riowood - rawood & rio da yung og
[intro: rio da yung og]
yeah (ooh, sav k!lled it)
it’s rio, n-gga, da yung og
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, ghetto boyz sh-t
watch this, ayy
sellin’ pills, i had a better— alright, i ain’t gon’ do it like that
i’ma just wait ’til the beat drop, let y’all hear this sh-t, n-gga
yeah, this sh-t crazy
alright
[verse 1: rio da yung og]
sellin’ pills, i had a better run than forrest gump
f-ck a h-llcat, i’m tryna pull up in a foreign truck
unc’ ain’t never profit off the bag, he be snortin’ it up
in the stu’ kickin’ sh-t with bro, pourin’ morton up
i got two pints and an eight, let’s pour a forty up
he sayin’ the same sh-t i told you, i switched the story up
fifty racks cash for the big face 41
i just sold six packs of zaz’ for fourteen hundred
spent thirty days in the spot with a 40 on me
mike done f-cked evеry b-tch in flint, that’s my h-rny brother
i’m chillin’, tryna shake the bag off, i’m a born hustlеr
glock hold twenty-two, but the caliber jordan number
i go to gary for my ice, it hit better
i need a ninja blender for the dog, it sift it better
i don’t even wanna tell n-ggas what i did on tether
that four-five glock stay with me like we live together
ray said you n-ggas finished
peezy said if i want it, gotta go and get it
the dog food i got trash, but the work terrific
nine songs a night for thirty days straight, i be workin’ different
[verse 2: rawood]
i be workin’, but i ain’t doin’ sh-t if it ain’t worth it
ri just hit my line, said he need a pint urgent
i can’t find no juice, so this sh-t got me cursin’
this is my trap, i supply it, i observe it
you be perpin’ about all the little sh-t you purchase
room full of clowns, got it lookin’ like a circus
ink from my pen stay f-ckin’ up the surface
you standin’ too close, lil’ boy, don’t make me nervous
it look like wax in my joint, but it’s really just the terpenes
and if it ain’t blown’ white ash, then it’s worthless
ruthless, four pints of wock’, quadruplets
i’m gettin’ to the money, i don’t like to tell excuses
most of y’all won’t admit it
y’all just tryna break the bridge, i’m just tryna build it
i be runnin’ to the money, they inhalin’ whippets
f-cked up and they ain’t got no bread, but they won’t admit it
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