rio da yung og - cold hearted lyrics
[intro: rio da yung og]
ooh, sav k!lled it
aight, sav we got one more
ghetto boyz sh+t, ight
[verse 1: rio da yung og and louie ray]
i was born in the middle of the street
bustin’ back to back, b+tch, i got the pistol on repeat
catch me in a playground pouring liquor on a freak
n+gga took a shot at me now his picture on a tee
cut a beat on, b+tch, i be tripping, but not feet
.223 on me, bet these b+tches tickle then sting
30 gs on me, i might just go spend it on a piece
30 grams on me, hit it one time i got 60 g’s
believe it or not, i go ripley’s on a beat
i’ve been eating a lot, i might just catch diabetes
i be with peezy a lot, the only onе believing in me
but with peezy or not, wе still gon’ touch 100 g’s
in southfield recording heat, junkie, please record me
scared you f+cked up? n+gga, i just went to sleep this morning
hit some groupie hoes and paid ten thousand for three++
hit some groupie hoes++ ight
i just hit some groupie hoes and paid ten racks for three abortions
brodie walked me to the car with the heat, he know ri important
i was feening one day, paid twelve hundred for a three of mortons
made a hundred off them peeps pills, but i don’t be in georgia
i need some real actavis, i called [?]
when they sn+tched me, i f+cked around, went blind, i ain’t see sh+t
just hit some hit dope two times, this a remix
me and chuck just mashed a three of green, this a cheap six
i just knocked a b+tch up, she on week six
90 pills, selling 84, i’ma keep 6
quit sucking my d+ck head like that, i gotta pee, b+tch
i feel like future, and gucci in 0’12, i got free bricks
i don’t drink tris, but its good in pineapple pops
i cook straight drop, n+gga i have a whole line down the block
mike had a four, i had a five, we dropped a 9 in the pot
my cousin playing both sides, he gon’ die with the opps
should’ve chose another weapon, ’cause he died by his glock
how the f+ck you out here spanking sh+t, you died with your glock?
just bought my nurse b+tch a pair of scrubs, and i ain’t proud of [?]
i got a drip problem, i just spent $5,000 on some socks
b+tch this really my street, i own nine houses on this block
okay, i’m ready to record, cut the beat on
pulled the strap out on dog, he cut his feet on
i can’t spit game, pull her to the side, whip out my meat on her
coldhearted, got into it with my granny, whipped out heat on her
sh+t! alright
my n+gga pour half full lines of tris, and call it wock
b+tch, your baby daddy jumping on you, better call the cops
this n+gga only wanna beef, i’m calling not
they ain’t believe me and ri was blood, i’m calling pops
i’m from flint, knock the top of++ ight
i’m from flint, knock the top of a n+gga off, and call the shots
my n+gga drove hisself to the er, he called me shot
i’m tryna f+ck somebody i ain’t gotta talk to, call a thot
buckshots out the shotgun stop the engine block
bustin’ back at the security, k!ll a rental cop
she look normal when she seen me, but her mental not
ion want no head from you tonight, i want the middle spot
my car the same as a maybach, but the pillows not
i be having ten or twenty on me, 50 shots
me and mike looking at each other, ’bout to k!ll a pot
only worried ’bout ourself, we don’t see the opps
let me check my distro, ’cause it might be a lot
flying down on dupont so fast, i ain’t see the block
we gon’ need shaq to stand on shaq’s shoulders, shots too hard to block
heart cold, we knew he was dead, but leaked another shot
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