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rio da yung og - primo beat lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(primo beats on the track)
let me pop this 30 real quick
yeah

[verse]
pop a perc’, f+ck a b+tch like an animal
i’ll jump out with the k actin’ like hannibal
true as sh+t, y’all n+ggas ain’t doin’ sh+t
they like, “rio, why you,” alright
they like, “rio, why you drink so much lean?” ’cause i’m used to it
i was drinkin’ real act’, addin’ juice with it
back then, i was jumpin’ out with k’s, actin’ loose with it
was finna catch a body in the fifth, but i let ju get it
two bodies on the glock when i let scoop get it
.308 hit a n+gga car, now ain’t no roof in it
eject a live round in the car and left proof in it
k got an assh0l+, i’ll poot with it
i am not squarin’ up, i’ll shoot n+ggas
one day, i started fightin’ in the club and shot two n+ggas
one day, these hoеs tried to jump my b+tch, popped two women
if i still havе this pop later on, ain’t no juice in it
walked out my b+tch crib with dog sh+t, left p++p in it
i know why you got amiris on, ain’t no loot in ’em
tight+ass pants, these n+ggas dressin’ like cute b+tches
i got a pair of jordan craigs on with a pint of juice in it
the other pocket got two hundred hundreds and a small glock
i’m sick you n+ggas droppin’ two liters, drinkin’ up the pop
last year, i walked into mass, yeah, had to punch an opp
they gave my lil’ dog natural life, tried to slump a cop
when i say i hit bricks, i ain’t punchin’ rock
y’all n+ggas like a shy white b+tch, y’all won’t touch an opp
yesterday, i made twenty thousand, used to punch a clock
i don’t mix this sh+t when i say i’m pourin’ fruit punch in pop
ayy, primo, i kinda like this beat, do another drop
baby ghost a problem, just wait ’til my lil’ brother drop
and, b+tch, stop askin’ me how many bodies my lil’ brother got
he ain’t shot n0body, he don’t even know how to work a glock
why the f+ck y’all lyin’ on that lil’ boy, y’all go to church or not?
this n+gga actin’ like a b+tch, what kinda purse you got?
i ain’t never see you itchin’, what kinda percs you got?
talk in codes to the plug on the phone, you want a verse or not?
phone just rung, that’s another deal
ten for a feature, and i’ll come and do the video
’cause rap sh+t crazy, i just made some dog sh+t off vimeo
high off percs, tryna f+ck a b+tch, whip my wee+wee on her
i feel like r. kelly, i might pee+pee on her
i been cheatin’ on my b+tch for a week with that kiki woman
four, eight, twelve, sixteen, let’s drink a pint
ironic how i drink a lot of lean, but don’t sleep at night
h+ll nah, baby ghost ain’t shoot dog, he was with me that night
and we wasn’t even in flint, we was in the d that night
freeze called me with two bricks, tell him bring a pie
guarantee somethin’ gettin’ hit if i swing the rifle
[outro]
yeah, i’ll swing this b+tch your way, n+gga (primo beats on the track)
sweep some sh+t up, n+gga
you know how them k’s work
the old ones too
yeah

- rio da yung og lyrics

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