Testo WYDT - Rio Da Yung Og
Testo della canzone WYDT (Rio Da Yung Og), tratta dall'album RIO FREE
(It's a Wayne Beat)
Got a quarter million dollars, I got— alright
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything, nigga
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Broke-ass nigga, what you do today?
Alright, Ghetto Boyz shit, man, free the whole ghetto
Broke-ass nigga, what you do today?
I just bought a pint of Trish, I'm finna do an eight
Ten thousand on a joggin' fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray
That's my blood brother
Me and C just drunk a pint, that's my mud brother
My nigga fightin' for his life, he served an undercover
I beat bitches' back in, I don't go under covers
I don't kiss and tell, I don't pillow talk
Five thousand all blues'll get your killer bought
Fifty thousand all hundreds, he think hе gettin' off
That's just small pape'
I need insurance on this pint, call Allstatе
And I don't know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades
Pull up on your bitch and get my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake
Da Young OG, bitch, I talk more shit than Dawgface
It's a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, six hundred, I got new ice
In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights
I'd rather gamble buyin' fake drank, I don't shoot dice
My nigga shot a crib up, they gave him two lifes
Supercharger on a V truck, I just flew by
I've been up for six days like I do ice
Quarter-million dollars rap money, I made that tonight
On a eight-hour pass, I made a quarter-million
I hope I don't go to hell for abortin' children
Damn, you ain't had no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important nigga
I wore Dior in prison, baby, what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE," it took me forty minutes
Nigga ask Will, I got a thousand Percocets, only half real
But we ain't use no Fentanyl, they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mil'
I can't believe you told the bitch to pay half the bills
Count the money with my eyes closed, I got mad skills
I'm a scram scraper, the way I'm livin', I might make a hundred grand later
I don't know, bro, ain't had no pape' when I caught this case, I went pro bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm movin' slow-mo
And I don't drink them Act' pops, I heard it's Chlo-Chlo
I beat my bitch ass in broad day, she called the po-po
I can't believe this bitch tried to get me violated
.308 hit him in his head, now it's annihilated
I hit her raw nine months ago, she said she dilatin'
Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy an acre
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Writer(s): Damario Mccullough, Dwayne William Moore
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