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rio da yung og – mike voice lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ah
what up, mike? alright
i’m a percocet popper, n+gga, you know what the f+ck i do
30s, 15s, 20s, 10s, 75s, n+gga
and we drinkin’ real wock’

[verse 1: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
i’m a percocet popper, morton grove sipper
ten thou’ in ones, i’m a titty+bar tipper
how you gon’ rob us and we got six ars with us?
we got a .308, call this b+tch a car flipper
glock givin’ out shots, i call that b+tch a bartender
made a lot of dumb decisions, really i’m a smart n+gga
lyin’ in your rap, put cap on it, you should go to a bar mitzvah
n+gga playin’ with his life, i left him at the park with it
me and mike brothers, he lightskinned, but i’m a dark n+gga
doot+da+da+doo+da+doot+doot, he thought baby shark hit him
he took of runnin’, hit him with the k, now the n+gga cartwheelin’
pop him with some slacks on, i’m a sharp k!ller
shoot him in his ass with glock, it look like a shark bit him
i was sellin’ dope, you was in the yard cart flippin’
big tons, when i go re+up, i bring a grocery cart with me
ridin’ with seven different glocks now, don’t need ar with me
[verse 2: rmc mike]
in the booth drinking wockesha out a barneys cup
f+ck that lam’, i really want me a ferrari truck
i don’t f+ck with matt, but f+ck it, hit jeff hardy up
ri a laid back+ass n+gga, he don’t party much

[verse 3: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
a msr, two fake ids, i f+cked target up
i wear so much vlone, somebody hit a$ap bari up
slapped the f+ck out this one n+gga, f+cked his cartis up
what you mean? like you broke a n+gga glasses?
the devil in me, n+gga, i’ll rope a pastor

[verse 4: rmc mike]
i was in this b+tch, off the, yeah
now i’m in this b+tch goin’ off the addys
b+tch pulled up bm+dub with no panties
i used to drink real act’, ask granny
i was gon’ pop him, i’ma just backhand him
left the game for a minute, now a n+gga back handy
eatin’ licorice, gettin’ my d+ck sucked, that’s black candy
i don’t do the sh+t, but, yes, i’m a crack baby
i ain’t even wanna hit your b+tch, the act’ made me
ran up three hundred thousand off of rap, that’s crazy
cut into my b+tch mama, “how you doin’, fat baby?”
scoob slim as h+ll, shootin’ sh+t up, that’s shady
weed game fell off for a minute, it’s back gravy
rio, pull up in that matte+black ‘cat and act crazy
went to a1 and spent a hundred on a fat eighthy
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i’ll punch the sh+t out your b+tch and i slap babies
this is not a foreign car, this a ‘lac, baby
drunk my first pint with my mama, i’m an act’ baby
that is not real dog food, that’s similac, crazy
i ain’t never ran from sh+t, i’m a rack chaser
me and mike tryna see who touch a hundred first, call that rack racin’
pop percs and f+ck hard, a backbreaker, she need a back brace
lil d chasin’ bb+dubs, that’s a fat chaser

[outro: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
all yellow gold 41 with the black face
me and rio dropped 41s with the fat face
you a bum, i bet your mama know how the crack taste
my head hurt, i drunk a four of wock’, now i’m back straight
hold on, it’s my last day

- rio da yung og lyrics

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