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letra de hard body - riofrmcg

[intro]
it’s rio n-gga, c’mon you know what the f-ck going on n-gga
free threat, long live yaq n-gga
c’mon

[chorus: spxnkshii]
i been mia tryna stack this pape
but naw i never lack
all my n-ggas certified, been known to put sh-t on the mat
he keep on dissing on my mans but still ain’t never got get back
like i ain’t give these little n-ggas sh-t and ain’t get sh-t back
if it’s beef let me know, know where i lay my head at
you wanna troll on live for that little petty clout
i know some real smackers, would hit your crib run in and out the house

[verse 1: spxnkshii]
bw shoulda really wacked him, we knew his ass was out of bounds
we just hit they block up four deep, let off a hundred rounds
he think he hard body, postеd a video shooting at the ground
if we slidе and we ain’t drop nothing, bet we spinning back around
we caught his ass out of bounds, we made him trip
he had his pops throw in a towel
these b-tches really ain’t did sh-t
said f-ck these hoes, i got the power
if you ain’t with that slimey sh-t then don’t even be around
i done spun that b-tch so many times, i know that b-tch by heart
[verse 2: spxnkshii]
lil cuz got caught up in the jam, couldn’t take that b-tch apart
why the f-ck they keep on tryna troll?
little bro been posted up
i got one up top, if n-ggas wanna spin, gon’ see what up
i been mia tryna stack my pape
whole time y’all been put up
if n-ggas really wanna troll
might as well just pour it in my cup

[verse 3: riofrmcg]
he said he bending down this b-tch
i caught him riding fish tints
just took the n-gga arp
i think this b-tch a six inch
i’m telling serg to bend the block
he hop out broad day blowing switch
if i blow, gon’ catch that murder charge
f-ck a self-defense

[verse 4: riofrmcg]
i told his ass you better pray
them n-ggas staring while i’m walking
they ain’t even see my face
i got a hundred for that drop
somebody tell me where he lay
i’m rocking out blowing b-tton, boy
i can’t go out like no lame
gon’ put a hundred on his head
spank out the window blowing fully
tryna put his ass to bed
[verse 5: riofrmcg]
they hit my crib, i woke up quick as h-ll
started clutching on the gen
you know it’s free my n-gga threat
he beating n-ggas in the pen
took his scat, this b-tch a stoley
don’t forget to scratch the vin
we in a strike, we three deep up in this b-tch
n-gga we all clutching pipe

[verse 6: riofrmcg]
feel like he tryna k!ll the keyboard
why he steady tryna type?
he fanned out for the gram
ain’t never seen you in my life
fat woods to the face
i’m blowing with my n-gga ju
wayne tweaking tryna hit a block
i’m tryna hit the stu

[verse 7: riofrmcg]
we hopping out, thought it was one person?
i’m coming with a few
we drunk as h-ll, we running from the boys
he don’t know what to do
why he steady tryna beef?
like me and bro ain’t take his strap
the feds behind, i hope we legal
it’s a fully in the back

[verse 8: riofrmcg] aye watch the block, we posted up
a couple bullets in the mag
this dyk- b-tch still talking crazy
finna send her to her dad
torres tryna slime his ass, what’s on the floor?
boy i can’t wait until it’s winter
that’s when thirty in the coat

[outro: riofrmcg] he steady acting like a b-tch
he get to running to his notes
we popped him with a new gen
i’m sick, i got to let it go

- riofrmcg

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