Letras Warm Up - Rio Da Yung OG

Warm Up

Mhm\nMarc Boomin, I'm still fuckin' with you, my baby\n(Boomin need extras)\n\nI should be with IUR 'cause I'm a dr—, alright\nI just drunk a box of, I just, you know we be havin' to warm up\nI just drunk a pint, could be with IUR 'cause I'm a Drank God\nThis rap shit changed my life, I gotta thank God\nBefore I go to jail, I'm plottin' now on how to break out\nPop up at a nigga door with the Glock, he ordered takeout\nI used to sell real pills, but they fake now\nToo much pressure on a nigga, I might break down\nBut when I think about my kids, they motivate me, so I'm straight now\nOh, 'cause I got a couple dollars, so I'm fake now?\nThey gon' really hate me in four years if they hate now\nTwo chunks of money, both pockets got me weighed down\nFour-five Glock, boom, boom, turn the bass down\nBeefin' with the whole city 'cause you only shoot waist down\nHit the nigga in his forehead, he fell face down\nForty racks got me walkin' bow-leg, I get pape' now\nAlright, I just ate dinner, I want some cake now\nPeezy told me I was gon' come up 'cause I stayed down\nFour chains on me now, I'm a lighthouse\nUsed to drink red and freestyle off the head at the White House\nIf you ever see me with a bitch, she gettin' piped down\nSupercharger on the Hellcat make a whine sound\nSlidin' on the first day, fuck lettin' beef die down\nThis my third OxyContin 30, think I'm high now\nYou know them 'bows I said I had wet? They dry now\nIn a S550 Benz, I'm just ridin' 'round\nHit six people in the crowd, I shot five times\nRight now, my mouth dry, me and Ray just drunk five lines\nI see your name in that paperwork, I got it highlighted\nI can't believe them niggas said I told, I am not Johnny\nStill ridin' 'round lookin' for that one nigga who shot—\nOh, they said the clubs back open? Somethin' gettin' dropped Friday\nCame to the club to spank somethin', I do not party\nI'll never steal from my blood, I am not Charlie\nAt this point in life, fuck everybody, so I'm name droppin'\nYou say you want a zip? I'm on the way, bro, the 'caine lockin'\nFinna start wearin' Girbauds with the strap, they got eight pockets\nDub play, but I spent twelve, it was eight profit\nI tell a bitch exactly how it is, bae, I ain't toxic\nI'm with the ChoppaBoys, we'll send a nigga to a brain doctor\nRayRay got me ridin' with a Drac', I used to hate choppers\nJump out on you with a hundred shots, they like, "Damn, he ain't stoppin'"\nGot into a shootout in the hood with a gray Glocky\nStupid nigga thought he had Trish, it was eight Wocky\nTried to charge a hundred for the lines, I gave him eighty dollars\nI just poured a four of straight drop in my daughter baby bottle\nYeah, I love my bitch, she my friend and my baby mama\nWhen y'all was walkin' to the store ten deep, I had Dre, Mo, Rada\nWhen a broke nigga talk 'bout what he had, we just change topics\nI just made forty racks all pros off some fake Roxies\n\nYeah, Ghetto Boy shit, nigga\nYeah, this rap shit serious, man, but we still fuck with the R's too\nYou know what I'm sayin'? We ain't gon' get into that\nThe ghetto free, bitch, we gon' just keep sayin' it\n