Yung OGee - RIO DA YUNG OG.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
[00:00.440] 作曲 : Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
[00:00.881]Yeah, Ghetto Boy shit, ****
[00:03.901]You know what the **** goin' on
[00:05.607]Money is not everything
[00:08.105]Free the whole ghetto
[00:11.301]I'm back in my mood now, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:14.149]Get to this shit
[00:17.064]What y'all want? Alright
[00:19.725]Aye, it's the Yung OG, I just poured a three
[00:22.925]****, **** a za bag, I just sold a tree
[00:25.309]I still'll pass my man the ball, I got a open three
[00:27.921]C got a six of Act', I told him hold a three
[00:30.393]Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it's me
[00:33.010]Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
[00:35.806]This shit feel different when you independent
[00:38.066]I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
[00:40.661]Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend a chicken
[00:43.094]Run up on some fast shit and get killed in Lenox
[00:45.427]Stamped in my hood, I don't even need my windows tinted
[00:48.183]Beat his head with the Glock till the pistol bendin'
[00:50.702]You a little ****
[00:52.002]I could put out ten G's and get you killed in prison
[00:54.474]I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
[00:56.916]I see you got a double cup, but what you sippin' in it?
[00:59.289]Louis bag got chicken in it
[01:00.839]Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain't sippin' liquor
[01:03.207]This bad redbone bitch want my pickle in her
[01:05.628]Yesterday, I fried a twelve hard, not a chicken dinner
[01:08.408]Why you braggin' on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
[01:10.763]You run around ownin' **** and I got Ricky with me
[01:13.376]Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
[01:15.934]Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen ****
[01:18.493]They ain't die, but we still got our point across
[01:20.644]My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
[01:23.589]Next time I go to Jersey, knockin' Toya off
[01:26.070]I done made so much paper' I'm above the law
[01:28.270]I knew that wasn't no real Activis, it ain't numb my jaw
[01:31.080]I got a plug on some shit you might not never find
[01:33.665]Yeah, I let you **** my bitch, she was never mine
[01:35.979]I was finna pull up with the, nah, never mind
[01:38.392]C got a pint, he drunk a five, but he lovin' mine
[01:41.268]Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
[01:43.232]All I do is count dog shit, I need a bank teller job
[01:46.209]Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain't sellin' mine
[01:48.556]Took the whole pint to two G's, he hit it seven times
[01:51.339]I just found a four of Act', I feel better now
[01:53.741]I really made a couple M's and I can tell you how
[01:56.136]He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
[01:58.752]At first, she had some clean pussy, I can smell it now
[02:01.227]Took a hunnid pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
[02:04.127]Three mil' in equity, I can't sell my house
[02:06.124]Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
[02:08.718]The Yung OG 'nem back in the city, bring your cheddar out
[02:11.573]BM beggin' me to hit her, I'ma sweat her out
[02:14.334]Thirty-five hunnid for a sweater now
[02:16.582]On my real estate shit, I got eleven houses
[02:18.811]Don't really give a **** about this crib, I done slept on couches
[02:21.666]Can't believe they killed my brother at that dope house
[02:23.932]Burned that bitch down, now ain't nobody sellin' dope out it
[02:26.691]Asked about me in my hood, I bet they know 'bout me
[02:29.104]The first time I drunk Act' had my nose snotty
[02:31.718]And why the **** you tuck your chain? We don't wanna rob you
[02:34.363]And I can really tell you ain't go to Wafi
[02:36.715]I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
[02:39.115]Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand