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expen$ive & rio da yung og - on da floor lyrics

[intro: expen$ive]
yeah
expen$ive, n+gga
what’s good, rio?
uh, yeah, uh
this ain’t got sh+t to do with business, this sh+t personal
yeah, b+tch
this ain’t got sh+t to do with business, this sh+t personal
uh, yeah, uh

[verse 1: expen$ive]
this ain’t got sh+t to do with business, this sh+t personal
i’ma shoot that n+gga up close ’cause this sh+t personal
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
don’t give a f+ck if we in public, b+tch, i’m murkin’ you
grab the .223 and shoot this b+tch vertical
b+tch, i ain’t doin’ no rap beefin’, i’ma murder you
then go chill back at the crib and drink some purple juice
pregnant, crippled, blind, i’m still servin’ you
b+tch, i be f+ckin’ on your friend, that’s why i’m curvin’ you
lil’ d fell asleep at will, that’s what that turtle do
if you suck and f+ck me right, might get a purse or two
you ain’t no k!ller, boy, my granny went to church with you
way them shooters on your ass, you gon’ think i put a curse on you

[verse 3: expen$ive]
yeah, i be sharin’ hoеs with hoes, you lose your hoes to dykеs
i shop at thousand+dollar stores, you probably shop at snipes
i do the dash in this b+tch, you probably stop at lights
shot a n+gga dead in his head ’cause i lost a fight (b+tch)
yeah, n+gga, we the mob, n+gga
leave your body at your mama crib, skanbino mob n+ggas
yeah, if i go broke, b+tch, i’ma rob n+ggas
make a n+gga open up his door and go inside with him

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
oh, you ridin’ with them n+ggas? you can die with ’em
b+tch, i love my n+ggas, i’m alive with ’em
.223s and mac+90s, i’m outside with ’em
ain’t no slidin’, n+gga, when we shoot, you better hide, n+gga
if we see them n+ggas in the club, we havin’ bottle wars
then i’m shootin’ the glock, his uncle called like, “what you pop him for?”
you can’t cook your own soft, what you cop it for?
you see that sh+t sittin’ at the bottom, i’m drinkin’ dinosaur
[verse 5: expen$ive]
swimming pool back open, n+gga, come and dive with me
police came in, it’s hide and seek, no, you can’t hide with me
don’t need you energized with me if you wasn’t tired with me
the ones who still around the ones who almost died with me
i ain’t cuffin’ b+tches no more, that’s out of style to me
i be lyin’, she be lyin’, huh, f+ck it, we some liars
finna switch the occupation, i’m finna sell some power
give me a quarter— shh, huh, tell the world he protected by ours

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i woke up and made a dub before i took a shower
just cooked a whole one for my n+gga, only took an hour
lil tay got thirty in his glock and he don’t shoot at houses
e ridin’ with a script you can only bust at meijers
i’m from the bedrock, n+gga, read my shirt
k’ll put him in a headlock and .223s hurt
my lil’ n+gga got guns and he broke, but he say his .223 work
and brodie wanna f+ck, but you gotta let me see first

[verse 7: expen$ive]
i cooked two zips of cocaine together, hopin’ for extra hours
ain’t dissed a n+gga since i been rappin’, but, sh+t, i might as well
book a n+gga for a show and pack him like the mail
hit a n+gga with a k if i gotta take an l
vacuum seal them to close, tryna hide the smell
i told that ho, “just keep actin’ up and you gon’ see for real”
b+tch, f+ck your brother, if he whistle, he gettin’ emmitt till’d
i took a plea, b+tch, your ass really made a deal
[outro: expen$ive]
i can’t hang around no n+ggas who can’t really k!ll
i can’t hang around no n+ggas who done really squealed
f+ck all y’all n+ggas, b+tch, i’m really up inside that field
four+five, glocks, 9s, b+tch, we ready to k!ll, b+tch
n+gga, expen$ive in this b+tch, n+gga
f+ck wrong with y’all, n+gga?
yeah, broke+ass n+ggas
clown+ass n+ggas
n+gga, big m’s on the baseball caps, n+gga, ho+ass n+ggas
y’all ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all ain’t f+ckin’ no hoes
y’all n+ggas is not enjoying life
y’all n+ggas is not living life
f+ck y’all n+ggas, at the end of the day
you know what i’m sayin’? n+ggas really be out here rats
n+ggas got badge numbers, paperwork, all type of sh+t
but n+ggas talkin’ crazy on n+ggas, you feel what i’m sayin’?
at the end of the day
f+ck with none of these n+ggas, i’m gettin’ money, these n+ggas not
and i’m c+cky about it, i’m arrogant
lil’ b+tch
in my blac youngsta voice
lil’ wh0re
what the f+ck y’all n+ggas— know what i’m sayin’?
f+ck wrong with y’all n+ggas?
mob, b+tch, f+ck wrong, clio?

- expenive rio da yung og lyrics

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