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expen$ive & rio da yung og – iykyk lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, mahdi, straight up? you a fool for this one)

[verse 1: expen$ive]
pull up on my b+tch smellin’ like p+ssy, she know i been f+ckin’
pull up on this lame with a gun ’cause i ain’t payin’ for nothin’
i don’t buy guns off the street, you gotta report it stolen
’cause if they find a body on this b+tch, i know where i’m goin’
in cali f+ckin’ on a ho from usc, but i ain’t wear a trojan
the police treat me like a lineman, they always wanna hold me
my lil’ homie robbed your big homie and i calmed down the beef
your lil’ homie rob my big homie, we k!llin’ whatever breathe
i got some dog i ain’t hit, can’t let this off the leash
i knew my high school teacher was a fiend ’cause she ain’t had no t++th
i knew this b+tch p+ssy was good just by the way she speak
say a lot of smart dumb sh+t, i think she don’t know how to read
just a hit a ‘wood of turtle pie and it was hard to breathe
i just took a perc’ and started sweatin’ and scratchin’ both my knees
just sold a pound to a n+gga with majority seeds
cousin sold his house to this n+gga, but he still got the deed
woke up to an ugly b+tch, she got some perfect head
i woke up in a hospital off some drank, they thought i was dead
i was tryna f+ck high off some drank, almost broke my leg
caught an opp lackin’ at the store and knocked off his head
i’m a two+time felon, one more make me dead
i can go to my plug and show my face to get a bird from him
stop mentionin’ this lame+ass n+gga, i never heard of him
okay, i did, but chill out, we ‘posed to murder him
keep your dog on a leash if you don’t want me to put him down
basically what i’m sayin’ is control your mans or i’ma knock him down
i’ma leave him in the street if he come up off that porch
still got my first gun i caught a body with, bro, i’m a h++rder
i’m takin’ hits, if you got ten, then put in your order
my cousin robbed his cousin, ayy, cuz just got extorted
i got real k!llers in my family, you don’t know osama?
it’s forty+four hundred for this pound, i’m smokin’ on obama
i shot a n+gga that i love, i’m goin’ through some trauma
crazy thing about it, i did this sh+t in front of this n+gga mama
what’s really crazy, this n+gga’s mama is my blood granny
a rat tried to check me last week, i almost k!lled terrence
[interlude: expen$ive & rio da yung og]
rat+ass n+gga
alright
expen$ive, n+gga
yeah
ah, n+gga
i fully understand that situation
this sh+t crazy
this flint sh+t gettin’ deep, n+gga
get your ass peeled
alright

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i was finna pop this n+gga, but expen$ive stopped me
now i’m wonderin’ why this n+gga bleedin’, but expen$ive shot him
used to sell dope, now i’m doin’ eps for fifty thousand
spray his crib up with an ar, the bullets went through couches
i was tryin’ my best to be successful, i even went to college
that ain’t work, so i started sellin’ dope, i even went to robbin’
i even tried to sell weed and bust scripts on oxys
it’s crazy, this rap sh+t showed me my first hundred thousand
i was really f+cked up, now i’m lookin’ towards a million dollars
forty thousand for a watch and i wear it proudly
caught dog chillin’ with his b+tch and caught an extra body
left there and popped another n+gga, that’s a separate body
two pints of wock’ drunk, that’s seven thousand
then i ran across another pint, that’s eleven thousand
when it come to hittin’ dope, sh+t
when it come to hittin’ dope, f+ck mike tyson, i’m a better boxer
freaky rich n+gga, i just bought some leather boxers
k’ll chase you down like a cheetah, this a leopard chopper
told my lil’ bro to cancel therapy, i’m a better counselor
me and bro just slid on the opps in a red impala

- expenive rio da yung og lyrics

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