paroles de chanson WYDT - Rio Da Yung Og

(It's a Wayne beat)
I got a quarter million dollars, I got — aight
Yeah, ghetto boy shit makin' money is not everything
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Broke ass nigga, whatchu do today? Mmm
Ghetto boy shit, free the whole ghetto

Broke ass nigga whatchu do today?
I just bought a pint of Tris, I'm finna do an eighth
Ten thousand on the joggin' fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louis 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
5,000 all blues and get your killer bought
50,000 all hunnids, he think he gettin' off
That's just small paper
I need insurance on this pint, call Allstate
And I don't know how to cut hair, but I give bald fades
Pull up on yo bitch and get my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick and give 'em all shake
Da Yung Og, bitch I talk more shit than Doggface
It's a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, 600, 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 an eight hour pass, I made a quarter million
I hope I don't go to Hell for abortin' children
Damn you ain't have no Actavis? I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club, I'm an important nigga
I wear Dior in prison
Baby what you want, a purse? I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE", it took me 40 minutes
Nigga ask Will
I got a thousand percocets, only half are real
We ain't use no fentanyl, they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mill'
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 living, I might make a hunned grand later
I don't know bro
Ain't had no paper when I caught this case, I went pro bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four, now I'm moving slo-mo
And I don't drink them Act' pops, I heard it's clo-clo
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 9 months ago, she say she dilatin'
Found a grower on the West Coast, I'm tryna buy a acre