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letra de the getback - rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
told bro, “cut me in on the drank, it’s only right”
just had to teach my lil’ n-gga part of the game, this sh-t priceless
build my b-tch spirit up and broke it down, she got to cryin’, sh-t, i know i ain’t the nicest
told her if she don’t stuff this sh-t, then she hikin’
your b-tch took a birdbath, that b-tch triflin’
got the drank for the low, like kevin hart, i’m so excited
made me happy, i just paid three dollars for some vicodins
the police come, i act like deebo comin’, i just get to hidin’ sh-t

[verse 2: rmc mike]
unc’ steady gettin’ high off coke, he got a steady problem
i know my hairline f-cked up, i got an eddie munster
n-ggas need to shut the f-ck up if you ain’t got eighty thousand
i cut thе barrel off my k tryna make it louder
i should’vе used the .308, it got special powers
unc’ hit a line off a plate on the kitchen counter
dog let me in with fn h, had to tip the bouncer
lil e just drunk a whole eight in less than an hour

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i just bust a watch down with all expensive diamonds
f-ck a rat, they get me in that room, can’t even tell what time it is
n-gga thought he bought some percs, but, no, these just some niacins
if the p-ssy smell like perch, then i don’t even try it
shot him in his leg, he bleedin’ out, f-ck it, let him die then
i can’t catch another case, bro, i’m a second-timer
got a track from [?], mike on the beat, smith & wesson by me
i made a hit off basketb-lls like kurtis powder
d-mn, i mean kurtis blow
destin got shot twice with a four-five, they barely hurt him though
i got a picky fiend, he only come for certain dope
sold his ass a line of rat poison and broke his nose
[verse 4: grindhard e]
got a white boy addicted to pills, he like to trade for clothes
got a fiend that did too much blow, can’t even blow her nose
plug wanted to come ot, he know border patrol
paid for everything up front, he can’t front me no more
had to argue with my n-gga, he stomped on the dope
gave my pharmacist a gram of powder, he snuck me a four
had this glock 9 for ten years, all rusty, it blow
rap b-tch came through the door and got f-cked on the floor

[verse 5: rmc mike]
b-tch, i’m in my best bag
i don’t even sell dope no more, i want a meth lab
rob unc’ ass for everything soon as his check cash
f-ck a flight, i’m drivin’ all the way, i don’t do jet lag
have my cousin bear gun you down from the westpad
they put my brother rio on the box, minor setback
if i ain’t around, i send my young dogs to collect that
cuz rich, he spent a half a million on a jetpack

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
ho, i’m in my bookbag
i don’t really got no attitude, i just look mad
i ain’t never fried a piece of chicken, but can cook crack
my n-gga hit my b-tch, but i hit his, i can accept that
d-mn, i need a wet vac
’cause i dropped a half a pint of red, that’s where the tech at
cleaned it up and put it in a bottle, i’ma sell that
i f-cked her, i ain’t even bust a nut, i want my s-x back

- rio da yung og rmc mike grindhard e

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