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letra de sneaky "b" - rio da yung og & prodigy beatz

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
me and jay, is not blood, but we real family
like blood don’t make you family, bro
alright

[verse]
i feel like superman, with this s on my chest
f-ck around and put a tec to your neck, let that b-tch squeeze
like, leave the b-tch alone, let that b-tch breathe, you know she with me
she with the gaffle boyz, she get anything she want
i hit lennox, i’ll buy anything i want
everything i want, hahaha
one day i had to do some sh-t ’cause they said i won’t
i always do sh-t that i said i don’t
d-mn, b-tch, you ain’t give a rich n-gga head before?
why your head slow? you gotta move fast
you gotta be sloppy, i gotta— uh
i got a new pass, i gotta go somewhere
caught a body, when i had to fade, i had to grow some hair
i stand on so much business i don’t own a chair
i’m with a young smacker, he done k!lled more people than corona did
yeah, i’m in a four-wheel drive suv doin’ donuts in it
it’s a supercharged, my money super loud
you ain’t gotta believe anything i said, but the scooter bar
’cause i told the truth
when them n-ggas get on your ass and you callin’ my phone, n-gga, who rode wit’ you?
who blowed wit’ you?
we slid out of ’25 rental and a old school
the escalade v sound like a cry-baby
she be knowin’ some junkie sh-t but that’s my baby
put your hands on rio, you gon’ die, crazy
sh-t end july 2nd, but i feel like i made it
’cause it’s june 2nd, i got a month left
ain’t no more weed, i got a blunt left
ain’t no more drank, i got a cup left
i looked in the cup and there wasn’t nothin’ left
d-mn, what the f-ck, lil’ tay drunk my cup?
d-mn, babe, my d-ck won’t be hard, keep suckin’ my nuts
unc’ want some zaza, i roll unc’ a blunt
i seen it on camera, it was fah-fah then a bunch of blood
they hit him in his motherf-ckin’ motherboard
yeah, i knew his ass was dead, they had to cover for him, like a white sheet
ain’t no abandoned cribs on this block, bro, this the right street
d-mn, know i grew up in the trenches, i ain’t used to this
i ain’t sell dope, i was rappin’ ’bout movin’ bricks and shootin’ sticks
i ain’t never shot n0body, i ain’t doin’ sh-t
b-tch, i’m innocent
i ain’t rapped in two weeks, feel like it been a minute
huh, k!ll over the ho, that n-gga chicken tender
i’m talkin’ real chicken tender with some lemon pepper
caught him and his ho at yoga club, they got stretched together
i had a twelve of drank, but i can’t be livin’
i can have twelve eighths and one set of seven
’cause you my lil’ brother, and you’ll drink it with me
i gotta cut you off if i ever even think you flippin’
i think i’m trippin’
they said that n-gga died, then they say he missin’
that n-gga tried me sunday, then it’s weekend ended
i was finna spray that red n-gga car but bl!ck was in it
i took a yellow bar, now i’m sleepin’ in her
she is not my b-tch, i be creepin’ with her
i don’t be sleepin’ with her
i be hittin’ her on the floor, in the bathroom, the studio, i’m beatin’ sh-t
swear to god, n-gga, you can beat the switch
you gotta take it off and eat the b-tch

- rio da yung og prodigy beatz

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