a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rmc mike & rio da yung og - substance abuse lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(marc boomin, this you?)
i know, yeah
what up, marc boomin? n+gga, ghetto boyz sh+t
alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
if it’s money on the floor, i’ma walk to it
ben frank my friend, sometimes i talk to him
i got a loyal b+tch with no car who will walk to me
whole pint of wock’ gone wednesday, it was bought tuesday
and i ain’t sell a line, you know it’s gone ’cause i don’t drop deuces
4462, d+mn, man, i’m kinda stupid
i might get an assault charge ’cause i abuse it
how the f+ck i catch a case for sellin’ dope and i’m a user?
chase him down in a long blue coat, i’m with scooter
i’m with a blowhead shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
i wasn’t tryna f+ck your b+tch, but she shouldn’t have spoke to me
mike noddin’ off the drank, but hе still woke to me

[verse 2: rmc mike]
n+gga, put that blunt down, that sh+t you smokin’ on smell likе potpourri
they labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
n+gga, i’m hungry, i just want a steak down from ocean p
baby girl wanna f+ck me bad, it’s the no for me
n+gga said he bought a h+llcat, it’s the note for me
everything coming off the head, n0body wrote for me
spent so much money at saks fifth, i got a coat for free
i be f+ckin’ on the doctor daughter for fours of lean
told the whole world once before i’m a lean junkie
hoes say i’m fat, it’s not the food, this a lean stomach
my set shot so motherf+ckin’ smooth, i got a clean jumper
yeah, i still beat my b+tch ass, she a mean woman
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
so many shots, these will last for three summers
f+ck a slumber party, laying in the bas+m+nt, that’s a sleep+under
eight hundred dollar shirt on and my jeans custom
brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty
ahh
i just popped out with a ten+pack of zaz’
white b+tches in the crib, titties out, mardi gras
six n+ggas in the truck with all sticks, that’s a party bus
b+tch, stop lyin’ sayin’ you pregnant, i hardly f+cked
i was off an oxy’ and a pint of tuss’ noddin’ and stuff
so how the f+ck did i nut in you?
already look like you got lice, i ain’t touchin’ you
had to spill my lil’ redbone, she a bugaboo
big drum on the handgun, it go doo+doo+doo
vvs diamonds in my chain, really w
just had to ask my mama do my uncle ooh?
six hundred gram cuban on, neck uncomfortable
my b+tch shoot, drive, and she got her l’s, she smuggle too
b+tch think she the one, she number two
i just poured an unknown amount, this jungle juice
whole pint in one pop, that’s substance abuse
n+gga, i ain’t gotta k!ll you, my cousin’ll do it
twelve white hoes on deck, i feel like uncle luke
i’m finna fly to la and smoke a qp with uncle snoop
[verse 4: rmc mike]
a lot of dogsh+t in my pocket, just a bunch of p++p
out in colorado, i was living in a bungaloo
young dog really can’t shoot, he go above the hoop
i swear i’ll beat a n+gga ass ’til my knuckles blue
bro finally showed me how to swipe, i punched a coupe
and naw, this ain’t animal abuse, i punched a goose
n+gga, i’ll never hit your drank, but i’ll punch your juice
call rio to a video shoot, he brought a huncho through
kinda f+cked me up, this n+gga had a blunt rolled up too

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS