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rio da yung og - no hook lyrics

[intro]
yea
ghetto boy sh+t, you know what the f+ck going on
sh+t on the flo’
(marc boomin)
free the ghetto n+gga.. we still on that n+gga
y’all n+ggas can’t f+ck with us
yea

[verse]
everybody got 3 chains on
everybody got a thang on ’em, think you robbin’ who?
take a chunk out his head, that’s what the chopper do
pull to the hood, count the money up, alright i gotta scoot
got a hundred racks on the floor, like we about to shoot
middleman bought a presi’ off a hundred pounds of glue
got a bo for thirteen, sold the b+tch for twenty+two
swiped the watch for thirty racks, sold it back for twenty too
b+tch, i’m a real hustler
in a twenty+twenty ‘vette, it look like mustard
yea i was f+cking both of them, and they like cousins
nodding off every 30 minutes, cause the sprite muddy
i’m off a blue+thirty, 2 chains and one watch, that’s 2 birdies
sixty racks for the [?], so that’s two thirties
caught a body broad day, it was 2:30, i had 2 30’s
you better move swift
cause we got another glock, and bought a new switch
so many rounds in 30 seconds, i had 2 clips
keep it on me everyday, ain’t on no lose sh+t
3 chains and ain’t signed, on my lou sh+t
f+cking with the fetty wap, i got a blue brick
finna make another m, i got the blueprint
stepped on a whole brick of soft and left the shoe
clip longer than a pool stick
i’m finna buy a 80 carat diamond bracelet
pour 6 in a 20 ounce pop, i wanna taste it
get 3 pops out a pint, i waste it
stop putting your sky dweller in the camera ‘fore i take it
yea i still be on that one sh+t
i still pop pop pop, till the gun cl!ck
i’m mr. pull up on the scene with a [?] strip
glock got a drum clip, beating cases like a drumkit
missed out on 20 racks cash, i was rushing
flipped out and beat my b+tch ass, it was for nothing
n+gga go against the [?], giving free smoke, want a blunt lit?
i done f+cked her and her friend on a drunk tip
mike ridin’ with some sh+t make a bus flip
bumped into a opp going to hutch getting my bust fixed
every time i pick your hoe up, she gon’ suck d+ck
b+tch prolly talkin’ about me to her friends, cause i bust quick
i just bought another handgun
before we f+cked with the blues, had a [?] run
caught a opp at home depot, hit him with a nail gun
she gon’ let the yung og f+ck, and get her nails done
just got into a fight with my sell, and the scale won
they tried to initiate me into the cartel, i got a [?]
big bro went to the feds and he had the best cell+phone
made a 100 racks on house arrest and i was basically in jail at home, n+gga
so i don’t really wanna hear excuses
you can do what the f+ck you want, if you wanna do it
you ain’t never hear me mad at a n+gga that [?]
everybody got pape ‘n jewelry, you don’t know who rap, man it’s so confusing
i get real love.. i heard the opps at the party, i’mma still come
y’all was buying air cartridges, ah+ha, i had a real gun
hope big cuz’ get an appeal, he had a pill run

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