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3zzy & rio da yung og – scuba dance lyrics

[intro: 3zzy]
yeah (2raw)
ayy
they like, “3zzy got that”— yeah
he got super bands
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: 3zzy]
they like, “3zzy got that dog sh+t on him, he got super bands”
hold on, let me put the drac’, do my skuba dance
don’t let lil’ bro get off a perky, he turn to superman
i ain’t from the d, but f+ck it, siri, locate coochie land
them n+ggas said they known for shootin’, but then his shooter ran
like fn had that that ollie in him, cuz got stupid hands
if you known for suckin’ and f+ckin’, i’ll be your only fan
get rich off onlyfans, hit the road, and i know some scams
stock it up and go and hit neimans, we could blow a ten
n+ggas talkin’ pape’, but they cappin’, n+gga, show it then
like five hundred, ten or four, i bеt bro roll a ten
only bosses ’round my round table, so you won’t fit in
i’ll probably throw that sh+t on my wrist bеfore i cop a benz
you b+tch n+ggas steady coppin’ pleas, come cop a stick
by sunday, we can bet the steelers win or that i knock your b+tch
and i don’t rock designer jeans, baby, ’cause my glock don’t fit
big dog, i know i’m gon’ win, c+cky and confident
i’m startin’ to think this money grow on trees the way we got this sh+t
in traffic to the neck with the glock, f+ck your politics
in your hood drivin’ through slow and n+ggas not on sh+t
i don’t want your ho, been had the b+tch
bougie b+tch say she hate me, but she love the d+ck
from the socks to the hat, did you peep the ‘fit?
fat 36 with the stock, i don’t need the stick
f+ck him right where he stand, drakey leave the b+tch
before i ever tell on my mans, cuh, i plead the fifth
walk+downs in broad day, here, eat the clip
n+gga, eat the clip, here, go’n, eat the clip
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i ain’t buyin’ at all, but i got dog, and i keep a stick
but listen here, if the feds come, baby, we legit
we just poured another pint out, d+mn, i need to quit
matter fact, no, i don’t, i’m trippin’, bro, i need to sip
real n+gga, wanna see us all win, got twenty+three assists
the yung og don’t fear no man, i met the reaper, b+tch
i might pull up in a grand am tryna sweep some sh+t
dope man, hundred grams of raw, but fifty+three was hit
so that’s forty+seven g’s of cut
in la tryna find a stick, i hit 3zzy up
he pulled up tryna drop sh+t, i don’t need to bust
guarantee i take a n+gga head off when that evil bust
jump on a plane with twenty ‘bows of weed, tryna test my luck
don’t go waste your money tryna buy a vest, i’m shootin’ neck and up
fat b+tch sent me a picture in her panties, tryna set me up
ain’t n0body tryna f+ck your fat ass with your naked b+tt
dropped an ap off to hutch, flower set it up
b+tch, i drink so much lean, i think i’m finna flower, send my cup
hundred racks for a lean belly, we got expensive guts
three hundred dollars for a lineup, i got a different cut
alright, let me switch it up
when the pistol bust, n+ggas hit the ground, someone come pick ’em up
dog pulled up in a scat’, it got riddled up
my n+gga photobombed, stood behind with twenties, f+cked my—
my n+gga photobombed, pulled out some twenties, f+cked my picture up
n+gga, i just popped lid, so we shot the hospital up
glock 27 on my hip, yeah, the little one
this ain’t the same ho from yesterday, this a different one

- 3zzy rio da yung og lyrics

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