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rio da yung og - chrome fight lyrics

[verse]
i had a long night (my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
who wanna run up on this sh+t and get his nose white?
i got all matte on, let’s have a chrome fight
like what kind of rap you doin’, why you ain’t got no ice?
i never pulled up on them n+ggas, i just drove by
i know them boys outside, we just rode by
a half of biscuit on me now, you got the wrong guy
she asked me for some money, then my phone died
they shot his crib up so much, the f+ckin’ home died
he never make pape’, he just go home high
i can move a thousand pounds by myself, i’m a strong guy
i jump pj, i ain’t ever got on a wrong flight
i was just on the rec yard with a long knife
i’ll take this matty boy to her, i got chrome pipes
last quarter i did louis, this quarter all chrome
i just had three pints but they all gone
you ain’t tryna spend no gaffle with me? what you call for?
throw this sh+t in they face, what you ball for?
like i’m facin’ sh+t, you know i want all the smoke
they facin’ sh+t— mm, yeah
they facin’ sh+t, you’ll never get a chance to walk home
that n+gga mad as f+ck, all his dogs gone
disrespectful, got a platinum plaque just to walk on it, that’s a doormat
i’m high as f+ck bro, where the floor at?
i just scored a pint of quay’, where’s some more at?
i bought the b+tch dior and she adored it
i swear to god, i spent a m on doordash
i swear to god, i spent fifteen racks on floor mats
you can’t compare yourself to us with your poor ass
i got a real zip of scudder b+tter, twenty+four grams
gotta lose it for
you see me at a hoop game, i gotta use the floor
look my mama in her eyes, like, “ma, i’ll never lose no more”
they rap good and talk about all this sh+t but they losin’ though
sh+t, go check the score
i just heard some weird sh+t, worm, check the door
the jerk from the lamb’ truck, now her neck done broke
i can get the pints for twenty+eight right now, but they in texas though
right now i’m on some freaky sh+t, havin’ s+x with four
i’m high as f+ck, won’t do this sh+t no more, like where my weapon go?
my lil’ n+gga caught two already, he eleven though
i was finna buy my son a bust patek, he seven though, he finna turn eight
i’ll stress a b+tch out and make her turn gay, i’ll find a dyk+ b+tch and make her turn straight
they knocked his ass out, how the curve taste?
i’m in first place
did a fedbid, i can not forget the first day, or the last day
a thousand dollars worth of roaches in my ashtray
nah, that n+gga dead for real, you can ask tre
that other n+gga died too, you can ask tay
the real n+ggas in the buck love me, you can ask jay
i’m a real street legend, i ain’t never got my ass ate, you n+ggas weird as f+ck
they hit his scatpack so much, f+cked the steerin’ up, and he gon’ give em up
he told on the bros, man, you n+ggas bold
he cloned all the ‘bows, now he got some more
i gotta dip ’cause i got a show
they hit him in the back of his sh+t, it look like sloppy joe
they hit him with a switch, he look like swiss cheese
she asked me was i rich? i’m like, “b+tch, please”

- rio da yung og lyrics

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