rio da yung og - live it up lyrics
[intro]
boyz sh+t, n+gga, you know what’s goin’ on
i ain’t doin’ sh+t, man
i’m just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my n+gga
[verse 1]
ayy, i’m tryna live it up
record label sent a contract, i ripped it up
open up a pint, drop a six, this sh+t thick as f+ck
i’ll slap fire on my granny if she spill my cup
this lil’ rap b+tch keep beggin’ me to hit the runtz
i’m rollin’ three+five ‘woods, actin’ stiff as f+ck
put my d+ckhead in her mouth, then l!cked the blunt
bust a fat nut down her throat, then hit my cup
b+tch, i’m drinkin’ bar national
one+hand the drink for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin’
i prefer red more than the actavis, that part nasty
i’m tryna live my best life, i had a hard past
[chorus]
long nights sittin’ in that trap tryna get it up
i finally made it out that b+tch, it’s time to live it up
ridin’ jets, drivin’ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
thirty thousand dollars for the rollie with the princess cuts
hit a n+gga in his thigh and f+ck his ceiling up
put a n+gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
my n+gga, i’m just tryna get it up
[verse 2]
long nights sittin’ in that spot finally paid off
the first dumb and dumb3r went crazy, i gotta thank dolph
yes, i ran off on the plug, but he got paid off
i ain’t got no work no more, bro, i got laid off
hit a n+gga in his top and knock his braids off
k’ll leave a n+gga bald+head, knock his fade off
if i catch my b+tch cheatin’, i’m cuttin’ the game off
run up on a n+gga and politely take his chain off
this b+tch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back
still talk my sh+t even if the beat laid back
pop a n+gga, cut the starz on, then i lay back
bro ain’t leave with the dope, but he can bring the ‘caine back
[chorus]
long nights sittin’ in that trap tryna get it up
i finally made it out that b+tch, it’s time to live it up
ridin’ jets, drivin’ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
thirty thousand dollars for the rollie with the princess cuts
hit a n+gga in his thigh and f+ck his ceiling up
put a n+gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
my n+gga, i’m just tryna get it up
[verse 3]
i’m tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box
the streets fell in love with my style ’cause it’s unorthodox
my head f+cked up, i almost walked in court with glock
woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o’clock
them long nights in that spot finally payin’ me
strobe light on the chop, sh+t, i can’t even see
‘member bein’ broke, i couldn’t even get from a to b
cappin’ when you rappin’, all that sh+t you sayin’ make+believe
ridin’ down the strip in an s550
you see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me
used to drive a minivan, now i can drive bentleys
we was broke as f+ck, my n+gga, couldn’t even divide a penny
[chorus]
long nights sittin’ in that trap tryna get it up
i finally made it out that b+tch, it’s time to live it up
ridin’ jets, drivin’ foreign cars with the ceiling cut
thirty thousand dollars for the rollie with the princess cuts
hit a n+gga in his thigh and f+ck his ceiling up
put a n+gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
my n+gga, i’m just tryna get it up
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