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rio da yung og - narcos lyrics

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
n+gga asked me was i sellin’ work, i’m like crack kid
my+my+my lil b+tch just got some ass shots, but she fat, still
beanin’ in his head with the glock, how the strap feel?
e+every week i’m makin’ twenty, thirty racks, that’s why i rap, still
compress the bozo’s zaza’s, yeah, i rap still
n+gga run up on the yung og, get his cap pealed
i don’t know how much money my city make, let me ask will
i’m a six+figure n+gga, go cut my nanny grass, still
broke a perk in half, gave it to my b+tch, how that tap feel?
white+white boy try to buy two+hunnid blues, gave him advil
you ain’t never see me buy a deuce, i only grab seals
this lil case had me stressed out, but i laugh, still

[verse 2: rmc mike]
good with my hands, but with the pistol, got mad sk!lls
i+i+i’m in washington servin’ white people, like i’m brad bill
hit him where it’s hurt, had lil bro get his dad k!lled
i+i+i+i know you sick, you signed yo’ life away to a bad deal
p+p+payed eleven+hunnid for this jacket, it was cashmere
n+gga wipped up that rat b+tch i had last year
appreciation day, i’m showin’ love, you want a gram, here
spray filled xd four+five, with the lemon squeeze
you want the best weed? go to the north and see my n+gga reese
can’t+can’t let these n+ggas hold me back, i got a bigger dream
the key to havin’ the best dogs around is to keep the kennel clean
[interlude]
i’m not a narco
i don’t dirty people ’cause i don’t give a sh+t about a possession charge
i’mma murder police
i’m here about the bodies
the+
just you, me, and my partner and+
what do you say+
i ain’t say sh+t
just you, me, and my partner, mr. sh+t, here

[part ii]

[verse 3: rmc mike]
honey badger in my backseat, ready to go to war
cut his neck then pourin’ alcohol on his open sores
f+ck a tay+k, this ain’t a race, i ain’t won any wars
shoot the baby k backwards, got him runnin’ four
i’m in the building now, remember trappin’ hard out a honda accord
remember twos and fours, now, a whole pint, n+gga, i can afford
bustin’ at a n+gga, he try to pull off and i shot at the door
robbed the plug crib, i swear, we got a lot off the porch
me and west babies goin’ crazy, shoutout to the north
me and gang smokin’ dead opps, shoutout to the corpse
i know his k finna get dismissed+
ah, i know his k finna get dismissed, shoutout to the courts
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
shoutout the asl, i’m in the backs, warnin’
i seen a lot of n+ggas take a gun charge, and come pay a bill
alright, i got so much work, i’m finna weigh the scale
clumsy n+gga try to catch a m1 without a can filled
n+ggas tough on the streets but they g+y in jail
baby girl so lean, you slump, don’t play with trills
i got wet dope, i ain’t gotta clean it, it’ll bathe itself
a million rows, askin’ random n+ggas who got bake for sale
steppin’ on a dope in the kitchen’, they caked, then fell
you ain’t gotta hear my music, i play it myself
i’m a whole brick of dope, i weigh myself
i just got another rat b+tch pregnant, i hate myself
i got a pint but this really ain’t enough, i’m drinkin’ eight myself
i could drive the whip, bust, pour a pop and don’t brake a nail
popped a n+gga, don’t call a ambulance, make him take himself
i’m unbothered, b+tch, i sleep good when i lay in bed

[verse 5: rmc mike]
’bout a hunnid grams of topside, i made myself
throw my heart off a bridge, then i jump, tryna save myself
i’m the type to do my own feature, i pay myself
in the streets, i was lookin’ for my popps, i raised myself
how yo’ perks playin’ with the k? almost graved myself
whip game gettin’ better everyday, i grave myself
n+gga think i drank the whole pint, but i saved a twelfth
in february, they let a demon out, we finna raise h+ll
b+tch, from my brother, p
he told me keep my ass in the booth and i can bubble easy
b+tch suck my d+ck with the best, i told her double+g me
i chased a eighth of wok, i don’t really cup a fiji
ran up another hunnid quick, finna buy a necklace
told my b+tch to meet me in la, but we flyin’ seperate
told this wh0re her coochie really stunk, that’s a wild gesture
spittin’ habanero in the booth, you a mild pepper
you only got a eighth for sale, i’m a pile seller
h+ll yeah, my voice deep as h+ll, i’m a loud fellar
b+tch, i bang my cake the right way, i’m a clown debbler
i love the baby drank, but that pl, i sound better

- rio da yung og lyrics

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