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letra de ghetto boy - rio da yung og

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
yeah, yeah
it’s rio
ghetto boyz in this b-tch, n-gga, free p

[chorus]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ ghetto boy, b-tch, i grew up in section 8
buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
shoot a n-gga twenty times, watch him elevate
i give props when they due, i don’t never hate
skip the line at the club, i don’t never wait
in the scat’ runnin’ lights, i don’t never brake
bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

[verse 1]
move the bag quick as f-ck, ain’t got a l!ck of patience
eight of wock’, eight of red in one lemonade
drink the b-tch and take a nap, call that medicatin’
thought about it ‘fore we drunk the pint, that’s premeditation
oh, the bag just touched down? now let’s celebrate
oh, your cash app ain’t workin’? i take other payments
move the bag on my own, don’t need no inspiration
i’m finna show you how to stack it, this a demonstration
n-gga, pay attention
bro in cali pimpin’ hoes, he be breakin’ b-tches
i’m finna cook a whole brick, it’s gon’ take a minute
i can’t use a scale, it’s too much weight, i be breakin’ benches
[chorus]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ ghetto boy, b-tch, i grew up in section 8
buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
shoot a n-gga twenty times, watch him elevate
i give props when they due, i don’t never hate
skip the line at the club, i don’t never wait
in the scat’ runnin’ lights, i don’t never brake
bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

[verse 2]
shoot a n-gga twenty times, watch his body rise
i’m finna put the red on hold, it’s wocky time
couldn’t conceal my ar pistol, it’s glocky time
i done took four perc-10s, i’m on a roxy time
he was broke and weak, he got some money, he c-cky now
baby, i ain’t tryna f-ck, just top me down
i hate pigs and i just wanna beef, i’m an ahki now
this dog hittin’ hard as f-ck, it’ll knock rocky out
i’m a ghetto boy, baby, free big p
and i’m quick to chase a n-gga down, i got big feet
the sk’ll turn a n-gga engine block to swiss cheese
these ain’t no puma runners, baby, these some big b’s
take the shake out a pound, sell it for the low
take some flour out of town, come back with h-lla dough
b-tch, i heard you loud and clear, the f-ck you yellin’ for?
i grew up ’round fiends, all my life, i been smellin’ dope
[chorus]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ ghetto boy, b-tch, i grew up in section 8
buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
shoot a n-gga twenty times, watch him elevate
i give props when they due, i don’t never hate
skip the line at the club, i don’t never wait
in the scat’ runnin’ lights, i don’t never brake
bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

[outro]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ ghetto boy, b-tch, i grew up in section 8

- rio da yung og

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