OFF-RAP - RIO DA YUNG OG.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough/Dwayne William Moore
[00:00.045] 作曲 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough/Dwayne William Moore
[00:00.090]Lito, what up, my ****?
[00:00.920]Lito Wayne, bitch
[00:01.923]Yeah, alright, what up, Wayne?
[00:05.955]Yeah, boy, hmm
[00:09.512]Mm, yeah, alright, yeah, yeah
[00:13.384]I'm in a million dollar house off rap, mean I'm tryna rap, alright
[00:18.957]1.2 just to be exact
[00:20.973]**** around and blanked out, I just took a Xact
[00:23.358]Bitch, when the feds grab me, I ain't look back
[00:25.127]In the Gucci store, spent six racks, didn't get a book bag
[00:27.554]Right now, I'm high off a lot of drank, I just look mad
[00:30.097]That **** ain't got dog shit, that's why he look sad
[00:32.257]**** around and put an apron on in my cook bag
[00:34.270]Go for the interception with the drank, I know Snook mad
[00:37.314]Some telling me to do a hook bad
[00:39.347]But I'm still in my punch bag, you know, hook, jab
[00:41.882]Sprite, damn, they're gone, on my cup, man
[00:43.567]Left in the Maybach even though I had a bus pass
[00:46.272]He went to jail and got gated, won't get enough ass
[00:48.372]Heard a **** took your cell phone, you know that look bad
[00:50.651]Don't give a **** how much this jacket cost, I ain't putting it back
[00:52.995]Mike say today I missed a shot and he put it back
[00:55.547]Trish with the Quake getting taste like glass red
[00:57.856]That night them **** throw my jewelry, I was half dead
[00:59.775]I popped three 30s, drunk and ate, and took a half Xan
[01:02.494]Bro, I'm still paranoid, that's why I bag in
[01:04.583]Where the **** you get that gun from? Is that a MAC-10?
[01:06.755]I seen a **** throw his life away 'cause he ain't have hands
[01:09.328]Ask me, 'Am I getting money?' Look at Cass' pants
[01:11.641]My son got on some Amiris with a Roll in 'em
[01:14.358]Panty on, he seven years old, ****
[01:16.305]I don't buy diamonds no more, I'm a gold digger
[01:18.469]Ten mil' chunky, but the .45 hold bigger
[01:20.990]Bitch pussy hole loose, we stuck a pole in her
[01:23.303]If y'all listen to my tape, I'll put my soul in it
[01:25.196]Tomorrow I'm wearing Flax, I might pop out like a old ****
[01:27.791]Broke precise with that Glock, he a dome hitter
[01:30.206]Oh, you tryna talk shit? I'm the wrong ****
[01:32.683]Aye, Mike, come here real quick, bring your phone with you
[01:34.435]This white boy tryna give us ten and send a song to him
[01:37.054]I just know your phone slap, you got my old number
[01:39.321]I think like an old jeep, but my soul younger
[01:41.582]A thousand horses in this bitch, can't keep control of it
[01:43.707]That house and the, aye, aye, Ree, how much you owe? Nothing
[01:46.436]Let's talk about Flint, got twenty-four of 'em
[01:48.533]Stop worrying 'bout what I do and go own somethin'
[01:51.297]Twenty-nine hundred for the chrome joggy
[01:53.185]Promoters on some bullshit, let's throw our own party
[01:55.356]Crazy, I got dog shit and don't own Cartis
[01:57.488]Ain't got enough to buy the Hellcat, but I don't wanna charge it
[02:00.136]My brother tryna get some drink, I don't wanna charge him
[02:02.716]Oh, bro, you on the verse? Give me four thousand
[02:04.365]What V? Say we already big, but finna go larger
[02:07.220]This bracelet right here is twenty-four thousand
[02:09.409]****, **** your OG, I got my own mama
[02:11.729]Three prime to five karat, make it look harder
[02:13.913]I'm finna put it on every chain, make 'em look harder
[02:15.953]Smash the gas in the TRX, I got a foot problem
[02:18.620]Now that **** feet stink, he need some foot powder
[02:20.905]We ain't got no slugs in here, all buckshotters
[02:23.121]I know a **** with some money, never took shots
[02:25.012]How the **** I get indicted? I don't even know how to cook powder
[02:29.215]What the ****?