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Collective Nights Video (MV)




Performed By: Rio Da Yung OG
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough




Rio Da Yung OG - Collective Nights Lyrics




(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
(Damn, Sav)

Big-ass gun on my hip, I could drop a moose
I just sold a fake green egg to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss
Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof
F*cked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof
Pockets swole, I just had a money fight walkin' out of Truth
It be 6, 7, 8 in the mornin', walkin' out the booth
I ain't really make pros today 'cause I bought some juice
See, the thing with me is I'm gettin' respect 'cause I talk the truth
It got kinda cold in my city, so I bought a Goose
Last nigga pulled a gun out on me, poof
Yeah, he disappeared
I don't listen to shit my bitch say, I got little ears
Your crib ain't really shit if you ain't never almost hit a deer
I just had to sell my car for ten racks
Had to sell my car for ten racks, a nigga got killed in there
They like, "Why you always at the booth?" 'Cause I live in here
No cap, I done probably made a quarter mil' in here
The way this shit goin', Rio finna be a millionaire
In a room full of real niggas, we don't steal in here
Y'all better tighten up 'fore somebody get peeled in there
I don't just be shit talkin', boy, I'm lyrical
God told me to buy this pint, it's spiritual
"Neph', what the whole things be goin' for? Bring a beer or two"
That's what my unky said when he seen me in Givenchy shoes
You like a slow old-school, you was built to lose
I just had to check my stash spot, it was filled with blues
Drank my whole cup right now, I'm not sippin' juice
Told Double we gon' have to box if he don't sell this deuce
I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend
I just sold a half a brick and wasn't nothin' clean
Finna be a holocaust, I just bought a new machine gun
This a real hundred racks, if you ain't never seen one
Brodie got two pints, I'm like, "I want the clean one"
Your baby daddy broke as hell, he a peon
Hit your bitch raw in your living room, ah
Hit your bitch raw on your couch and I'ma skeet
Hit your bitch raw on your couch, pull it out and skeet on it
Bitch called me lame 'cause I pulled out twenty G's on her
If me or Lou don't buy the drank, I know 2G's want it
Amiris on with the zebra prints, spent two G's on 'em
We just caught an opp without a strap, we beat on him
Oh, that nigga know how to fight, pull the heat on him
Damn, that nigga got hands a lil' bit
Alright, hold on, watch this
Alright
Nigga, back back 'fore I take your top off
Three Perc 30s, I can't even get my rocks off
I know I love the bitch, I just took my Gucci socks off
Four hoes and a small pop look like hot sauce
Shit, this a spicy moment
Bro said I cut him on the drank, well, fight me for it
My dick damn near hurt the way you niggas bitin' on it
Told the plug get it back in blood, had a Pooh Shiesty moment
Yeah, nigga, I'll take your shit
Please don't try to square up, I'll break your shit
Do you want a fake brick? Let me make that shit
I'm like, "Danny, loop the beat," he like, "Wait, that's it"
Bitch, I ain't done rappin'
Dog keep droppin' videos, he ain't done cappin'
I'll never lose bars, I have fun rappin'
I just got into it with my double cup, threw a one at it

Man, ah (ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a hun-, yeah
I poured a one in that bitch straight, no pop (ooh, Sav)
Put some ice on there and drunk it, nigga
We layin' like that
Oh shit, the beat goin'?
Y'all niggas mad as hell 'cause I'ma keep goin'
They like, "Rio, stop rappin'," I'ma keep flowin'
And I got a whole pint of Wock', bitch, I'ma keep pourin'
Shit
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(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
(Damn, Sav)

Big-ass gun on my hip, I could drop a moose
I just sold a fake green egg to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss
Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof
F*cked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof
Pockets swole, I just had a money fight walkin' out of Truth
It be 6, 7, 8 in the mornin', walkin' out the booth
I ain't really make pros today 'cause I bought some juice
See, the thing with me is I'm gettin' respect 'cause I talk the truth
It got kinda cold in my city, so I bought a Goose
Last nigga pulled a gun out on me, poof
Yeah, he disappeared
I don't listen to shit my bitch say, I got little ears
Your crib ain't really shit if you ain't never almost hit a deer
I just had to sell my car for ten racks
Had to sell my car for ten racks, a nigga got killed in there
They like, "Why you always at the booth?" 'Cause I live in here
No cap, I done probably made a quarter mil' in here
The way this shit goin', Rio finna be a millionaire
In a room full of real niggas, we don't steal in here
Y'all better tighten up 'fore somebody get peeled in there
I don't just be shit talkin', boy, I'm lyrical
God told me to buy this pint, it's spiritual
"Neph', what the whole things be goin' for? Bring a beer or two"
That's what my unky said when he seen me in Givenchy shoes
You like a slow old-school, you was built to lose
I just had to check my stash spot, it was filled with blues
Drank my whole cup right now, I'm not sippin' juice
Told Double we gon' have to box if he don't sell this deuce
I'm a motherf*ckin' fiend
I just sold a half a brick and wasn't nothin' clean
Finna be a holocaust, I just bought a new machine gun
This a real hundred racks, if you ain't never seen one
Brodie got two pints, I'm like, "I want the clean one"
Your baby daddy broke as hell, he a peon
Hit your bitch raw in your living room, ah
Hit your bitch raw on your couch and I'ma skeet
Hit your bitch raw on your couch, pull it out and skeet on it
Bitch called me lame 'cause I pulled out twenty G's on her
If me or Lou don't buy the drank, I know 2G's want it
Amiris on with the zebra prints, spent two G's on 'em
We just caught an opp without a strap, we beat on him
Oh, that nigga know how to fight, pull the heat on him
Damn, that nigga got hands a lil' bit
Alright, hold on, watch this
Alright
Nigga, back back 'fore I take your top off
Three Perc 30s, I can't even get my rocks off
I know I love the bitch, I just took my Gucci socks off
Four hoes and a small pop look like hot sauce
Shit, this a spicy moment
Bro said I cut him on the drank, well, fight me for it
My dick damn near hurt the way you niggas bitin' on it
Told the plug get it back in blood, had a Pooh Shiesty moment
Yeah, nigga, I'll take your shit
Please don't try to square up, I'll break your shit
Do you want a fake brick? Let me make that shit
I'm like, "Danny, loop the beat," he like, "Wait, that's it"
Bitch, I ain't done rappin'
Dog keep droppin' videos, he ain't done cappin'
I'll never lose bars, I have fun rappin'
I just got into it with my double cup, threw a one at it

Man, ah (ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a hun-, yeah
I poured a one in that bitch straight, no pop (ooh, Sav)
Put some ice on there and drunk it, nigga
We layin' like that
Oh shit, the beat goin'?
Y'all niggas mad as hell 'cause I'ma keep goin'
They like, "Rio, stop rappin'," I'ma keep flowin'
And I got a whole pint of Wock', bitch, I'ma keep pourin'
Shit
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Writer: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
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