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rio da yung og – pooh shiesty lyrics

[intro]
them n+ggas that, kept yelling that, i got money
blowing real bubblegum weed, 8, ouuh

[verse]
blowing real bubblegum, 800 for an ounce of this
i be somewhere running up a check, keep me out the mix
guarantee they said they know rio if they be out in flint
i just got a hundred k in cash for a sponsorship
still thanking god for my accomplishments
n+gga said i told and he ain’t get no acknowledgement
i been down two or four a day, bae i’m tryna quit
i know it’s bad when lou say all he found was some lines of tris’
501 levi’s on but they chrome heart
you wanna see me make a dime? alright i’m waiting on my phone to charge
having real dog sh+t, i can turn into a loan shark
knockеd the n+gga out in front his b+tch, pulled his ho card
my peoplе got 250 stamps, i bought the whole tar
told my security pull a baby drac’ out when the show start
.308’ll turn a n+gga h+llcat into a go+kart
you would think i used to paint how i know art
guaranteed i’m hitting 3 n+ggas when the 4 spark
10 chains on now, it’s on the floor part
hit him with the k, he blacked out, say it was so dark
they put me on the box, i made a hundred racks on barb
i’m a motherf+cking g+nius
i was getting cases of the hi+tech out in phoenix
and the crazy part, i never been to arizona
make sure you hit him in the head ‘case he a organ donor
hit him with the 4+5, now his torso open
went to the bay and married mary jane
i left my b+tch, we divorced in oakland
if the weed 600 a zip, of course we smoking
30 pointers in the ap, look gorgeous don’t it
you don’t got to buy the beans, i know my people in florida want them
n+gga you don’t got to buy a thing
we be shooting cars up, boom bada bing!
police ask me what i saw, i’m like “not a thing!”
leave a n+gga scarred up when the copper sing
just hit him in his head, man the n+gga ’bout to bleed
alright i’m ’bout to leave
just cause you got a lil bread on you don’t mean you got no cheese
how can you suck d+ck for 2 hours, do you got some knees?
mike get the f+ck out the way, bro i’m ’bout to squeeze
we riding round with a dirty glock, but the chopper clean
dope got the whole house stanking, boil a pot of febreeze
count the money, get on stage and rap, now i’m ’bout to leave
you want to rap with me? give me 6 racks
think you finna scr+p with me? i got a big strap
and mike got one on him too, n+gga get back
oh i forgot, young dog & ’em got 6 straps
i got a switch on my glock, i call it pooh shiesty (brrr!)
gucci down with 6 chains, b+tch i’m too icy
i came down the block, i threw the deuces and i flew by him
n+gga i just cut my dope with some shoe shiner
if i catch another case, i’m getting cooked, i’m a two+timer

- rio da yung og lyrics

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