Letras Bars - Rio Da Yung OG

Bars

What up, SAV?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Mm
I got no love for a fake nigga
I got four guns on my waist, nigga
Took a cap full of Activist, it taste different
Dumb as fuck, ridin' with a gun and got a case pending
Just sold a pound of Runtz with a Q, he’ll shake in it
How the fuck is he the young OG? My face different
Before I buy a cake, I tell my fiend smash his face in it
Before I buy an eight, I sip it raw, that’s taste testing
Switch on the Glock (Grrt), that’s eight seconds
My bitch on the clock, mad as fuck 'cause I ain’t text her
Bruh, I swear to God the drank clean, I ain’t stressin'
Could’ve been signed a major record deal, but I ain’t press it
Who you know made two-hundred by they self, nigga?
Who you know buy Louis shoes without the belt, nigga?
I done tried this shit too many times, I can’t help niggas
How the fuck them niggas looking for me? I’m on Welch with it
I’m fucked up might buy a Glock and get the flicking at myself with it
Might buy a red camera to take pictures of myself with it
Still amaze me, I be havin' to listen to myself trippin'
When a bitch took her pants off, I kind of smelled Trist'
I’m by myself, I might buy a two liter and pour a twelve in it
I got a real plug, if you buy enough, he throw in a scale with it
If you see me with my double cup, don’t bother me
What the fuck is a Hellcat? It’s just a car to me
Ran up a lot of green shit selling collard greens
FN57, green tips, it’s hard to breathe
Was finna walk out on the drink, but it be hard to leave
Rude as hell, just walked past a bitch, ain’t say, «Pardon me»
Baby, I can’t put the lean down, it’s a part of me
Don’t get too deep in that water, my sharks’ll eat
Numb as hell, I ain’t got no feelings, my heart don’t beat
AK, it’ll make your car stop, don’t start with me
Yes, sir
Yes, sir