paroles de chanson 4 Minutes Of Hell - Rio Da Yung Og

One, two, three, four, five, we want all the pints
I got thirty ball Jamal, I wanna ball tonight
Turnt for real we go to the mall at night
They open up the stores for us, bro, 'cause we-
We got all the ice
And we ain't never really asked the price
How much this jacket cost?
Five E-lades in traffic, you can't whack a boss
Oh, your manager a bitch? I'm tryna crack the boss
He had his hat on his head, but they smacked it off
Bro a mechanic, he got under cars and let rachets off
Okay, the weed look good, how much the package cost?
Totin' guns was cool, bro, til' the got crack involved
That's a 924, that's a mandatory
But I ain't gotta keep talking about the feds
That's another story
I might drop an MVP tape, the Most Valuable Prisoner
He want an IG post, he gave me five bands just to grab a picture
If you see me in Blue Flame, I'm tryna grab a stripper
But I really, really want the bartender, her ass was bigger
Like how they dress, but they better than the naked hoes?
Baby, let your seat back, give me neck and throat
I know how much money in the bank, but I ain't checkin' though
I got two blocks of cash, all hundreds, not a weapon bro
But answer this, have a nigga floor been swept before?
I let them niggas rap like me and they kept the flow
Nigga, I'm good behind wheel, I ain't wrecked before
Take me to Jewelry Unlimited, gotta check the blow
Mike said he good, he in the hood, he with Hector though
Real gangster, I ain't never been pressed before
Yeah, they said somebody got killed up there, but we left before
That happened, we weren't there when they started clapping
This bitch drive by itself, the car automatic
The Glock came with a single shot, now it's an automatic
Them niggas took my black Ombre, I went and bought a Patek
I was just acting mad, bro, you caight me laughin'
He caught me with some bows on Clyde Road, I told Pauly grab 'em
I say what the fuck I want, dawg, y'all be rappin'
The difference is I really tell the truth, and y'all be cappin'
I don't do that internet shit, that shit crazy
How much I pat for the pills?
He gave me ten, I gave him six-forty
Outer space right now, I'm with Rick and Morty
I'm only putting that Louis shit on, I bought my kids Marni
Bro cooking a big yellow bird and we sipping Barney
We the ones pulled on Seasame Street, killed the party
With a real brick plug, a hundred bricks to start up
You ain't shoot nobody, you just shot and messed they car up
The difference is we come out the backyward, we don't walk up
When it comes to who got dropped, we don't talk much
Me and the bitch stay in the same house, but we don't talk much
But I done sent some bows to her house and she caught some
One day, I went to the mall, closed my eyes and just bought stuff
Then we was in Somerset, on the rich side
When I see some fine shit, I just ask her what's her wrist size
Bust a play for 10k and gave my bitch five
I always split the money up, you know how to divide
Overkilled, they hit the nigga in his head three times
They so cool, they pulled off banging ghosts, throwin' the peace sign
You gonna throw your Act' bottle away, I'ma keep mine
He talking about he had 500k, we know he lying
What the fuck I just say? Bro, rewind
I seen this epidose, this a rerun
Old 'K got so much wood, it's a tree trunk
First day out the feds, got some head and gave her three pumps
She want a dog, ten thousand for a tea cup
We in a mall with two small ARs, he'll T up
You can't compare your pape to mine, you gotta reup
All I gotta do is go to the studio and say I seen stuff
But I ain't seen nothing if the feds asked
Who is that in Detroit with the drink? Is that Reg' ass?
I heard he cut the drunk, but I'ma trust the drink
But when I popped the seal open, I almost fucking fainted
Me and bae done took a Percocet and got well acquainted
Police asked them did they shoot that nigga
You gon' tell them, ain't you?
You a tattletale, how I'm broke?
You know how much shit I had in jail?
So much water on my neck, I'm finna grab a whale
What you got? Some crabs? Let me grab a tail, oh, that's fried lobster
I ain't know, when you got crabs you gotta grab a leg
I'ma crack your head
Fifty for a verse, I'ma crack your head
And every song I drop, they say something about Act' was said
Nigga, I'll give this shit to my son, I don't have to wear it
And when my daughter was born, I went half on carats
She was baby though
I'm with Baby though
Pull up on me, I'm in Burton, I'm with Stacy though
This nigga Michael kid talkin' ' bout he, "Got no place to go"
That shit pissed me off, I threw my phone down, almost wasted a O
Baby I was pouring up when you found me
Light skin bitch with cupcakes, my black bitch a brownie
He got the tape around that bitch, that's the flip around-er
Cook so much straight drop in here, know my kitchen proud of me
Let me check your location, you in Michigan probably
Swear to God, it ain't been the same since they killed Quanny
But I don't know how to show my pain, I feel jolly
Tell the drink man "Pull up", and talk a seal out him