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letra de anthrax - rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
b-tch!

[verse 1: rmc mike]
yo’ b-tch left you and f-cked me ’cause my pay bigger
i’m close to six, but i’m tryna run up, like eight figures
’79 old school chevy, with the wraith engine
pop gon’ mix that sh-t up his-self, he hate blenders
woke up with three more thousand dollars in my cash app
some cents came quicker then i thought, it was fast track
how they re-ramp the brick like four times, using glass reps
dropped a hunnid shots in his car, he need air-flex
d-mn, i’m drunker than a b-tch, i need standbacks
dawg ain’t got no gun to shoot at n-ggas, where yo’ mans at?
i already f-cked a big sister, where yo’ friends at?
use gloves when i pack the work, this sh-t like anthrax
ha, that mean it’s straight dry
ironically i dropped twelve n-ggas with eight shots
feature price goin’ up to a ten when this tape drop
i hate n-ggas that try to cuff hoes, bunch of fake cops

[interlude]
get over here!

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
do you smell that?
ball of berry, mixed with eighty-one and asl packs
kd just sold me cut lean, i’m finna sell it back
p-ssy ass n-gga, them n-ggas told on you, you finna tattle back?
i was finna put the pressure on ’em, but i fell back
i’m cruisin’ with a five-seven on me, off a twelve ack
me and mike was never pourin’ light, we drunk a h-llcat
i lost my b-tch and my clientele, i want the scale back
hold on, who the f-ck is this?
i just drunk a tenth of wok, huh, i don’t f-ck with trits
this drank, i got clean and i know ’cause i bust the script
alright, i bust the nut and then dip
this b-tch really think i ain’t finna f-ck her ’cause she f-ck with chris
girl, i don’t give a f-ck about that, that’s my brother, b-tch
took a perk 30, then rio takes another sip
the diamond link on my rio piece cost a f-ckin’ brick
(this ain’t handy rink, i got this off the boof, f-ck the government)
[interlude: rio da yung og]
ya’ll n-ggas can’t f-ck with us, n-gga
i’m finna go sit down and stack this paper up and
come back and get on yo’ boys ass again
and i ain’t even doin’ it to stunt on n-ggas
i wanna motivate the broke, hatin’ n-ggas
or the n-ggas with money that’s hatin’ ’cause it’s a lot of them
i wanna motivate ya’ll, bro
that’s why i’m doin’ this sh-t
i love makin’ music, i love takin’ care of my family and
i love motivatin’ the youth

[part ii]

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
don’t get yo’ cap hit with yo’ stupid ass
i got the ups on dawg, i’m finna do ’em back
he ain’t even know what hit him, i was shootin’ fast
you in yo’ hoe quick p-ssy, gon’ need some coochie pads
eleven-hunnid bucks for some gucci slacks
eight-hunnid dollars cash for a deuce of ack
another n-gga bust at us, i bet we shootin’ back
i’m in boater, chris, ask them n-ggas where gucci at
i’m on my way o.t. with a half a chicken
it’s when i ready up, ain’t gotta rack the pistol
if i pop you up and you don’t die, it was accidental
put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the batman signal
two-hunnid grams of dawg, i could make a bricky
he tried to run from pump, ya’ll better pray for ricky
i lost my mind when i touch them racks like my a.t. vicky
i’m sittin’ here watchin’ the money grow, like i’m babysittin’
i’m in the o tryna shop, where trunem at?
i need another bite of drop, where junem at?
six-hunnid and some change for this motherf-ckin’ loui-cap
you got a shooter, your can’t put it up your nose, this a gooey batch
[outro: rio da yung og]
yeah, n-gga, ghetto boy sh-t, man
know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
flint to the o, n-gga, it’s rio da yung og
what up, true?

- rio da yung og

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