What up, Helly?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Flint-Town shit, nigga, we f*ckin' with you
Hundred shots, fifty shots, thirty shots
Sixteen shots, but this hold ten, it's a different Glock
Spin the block, roll down the window, try to hit his top
Hit him in his back, face, and neck, they look like chicken pox
Smell the drank, before I buy it, I'ma lick the top
Bad bitch, before I hit her, make her hit the top
Half a brick of cocaine sold, it's only six o'clock
Hit the soda with the chicken crack, this a chicken spot
I don't really give a f*ck 'bout what a nigga got
Sock a bitch, she called her brother, got the nigga shot
Make it hot around this bitch like I just lit a lighter
Smoke a nigga with the mic, I spit different fire
Pull up in a Uber, drop a hundred, I'll lift the driver
Bad bitch, she take me on a mission, yeah, I tip the driver
Shootin' through the front windshield, I almost killed the driver
I'll send a bitch to go and bust this fake script at Meijers
I draw pictures when I rap, I'm a different artist
I use the Glock to paint shit, I make different portrait
Drown him in the lake, then I'ma hide his body in the forest
Hit him with an FN and K in a Fordy Taurus
When the police find his body, he had rigor mortis
Beat a nigga in the studio, stomp him with my Forces
I dropped a hook on his ass, but this a different chorus
I hit his dog with some shit that be killin' horses
Flint nigga, they gon' judge us 'cause our water dirty
I sold his ass a Perc' 10, that is not a 30
Twenty-two under this Glock, bro, this not a thirty
But the way I shoot this bitch, they think I'm droppin' forty
Yellow diamonds in my watch look like I dropped the dirty
Bitch, come join the winning team, you wanna rock a jersey
Bro, come drop the paper off, you wanna drop a versey
Bring me some f*ckin' peanut oil, I'm finna drop a turkey
Man, I swear I live a hell of a life
Can't smoke, but I drink lean, somebody sell me some Vics
I ain't never bought no cut, I can tell that ain't right
When I was young, I sold dope, twenty grams every night
When you was young, your mom smoked like twenty grams in a night
I know the real, who you think she used to sell all your bikes?
I prayed to God for a blessing and it felt out the sky
Ain't even shoot him, pulled out strap, the nigga fell out and died
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What up, Helly?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Flint-Town shit, nigga, we f*ckin' with you
Hundred shots, fifty shots, thirty shots
Sixteen shots, but this hold ten, it's a different Glock
Spin the block, roll down the window, try to hit his top
Hit him in his back, face, and neck, they look like chicken pox
Smell the drank, before I buy it, I'ma lick the top
Bad bitch, before I hit her, make her hit the top
Half a brick of cocaine sold, it's only six o'clock
Hit the soda with the chicken crack, this a chicken spot
I don't really give a f*ck 'bout what a nigga got
Sock a bitch, she called her brother, got the nigga shot
Make it hot around this bitch like I just lit a lighter
Smoke a nigga with the mic, I spit different fire
Pull up in a Uber, drop a hundred, I'll lift the driver
Bad bitch, she take me on a mission, yeah, I tip the driver
Shootin' through the front windshield, I almost killed the driver
I'll send a bitch to go and bust this fake script at Meijers
I draw pictures when I rap, I'm a different artist
I use the Glock to paint shit, I make different portrait
Drown him in the lake, then I'ma hide his body in the forest
Hit him with an FN and K in a Fordy Taurus
When the police find his body, he had rigor mortis
Beat a nigga in the studio, stomp him with my Forces
I dropped a hook on his ass, but this a different chorus
I hit his dog with some shit that be killin' horses
Flint nigga, they gon' judge us 'cause our water dirty
I sold his ass a Perc' 10, that is not a 30
Twenty-two under this Glock, bro, this not a thirty
But the way I shoot this bitch, they think I'm droppin' forty
Yellow diamonds in my watch look like I dropped the dirty
Bitch, come join the winning team, you wanna rock a jersey
Bro, come drop the paper off, you wanna drop a versey
Bring me some f*ckin' peanut oil, I'm finna drop a turkey
Man, I swear I live a hell of a life
Can't smoke, but I drink lean, somebody sell me some Vics
I ain't never bought no cut, I can tell that ain't right
When I was young, I sold dope, twenty grams every night
When you was young, your mom smoked like twenty grams in a night
I know the real, who you think she used to sell all your bikes?
I prayed to God for a blessing and it felt out the sky
Ain't even shoot him, pulled out strap, the nigga fell out and died
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Flint-Town shit, nigga, we f*ckin' with you
Hundred shots, fifty shots, thirty shots
Sixteen shots, but this hold ten, it's a different Glock
Spin the block, roll down the window, try to hit his top
Hit him in his back, face, and neck, they look like chicken pox
Smell the drank, before I buy it, I'ma lick the top
Bad bitch, before I hit her, make her hit the top
Half a brick of cocaine sold, it's only six o'clock
Hit the soda with the chicken crack, this a chicken spot
I don't really give a f*ck 'bout what a nigga got
Sock a bitch, she called her brother, got the nigga shot
Make it hot around this bitch like I just lit a lighter
Smoke a nigga with the mic, I spit different fire
Pull up in a Uber, drop a hundred, I'll lift the driver
Bad bitch, she take me on a mission, yeah, I tip the driver
Shootin' through the front windshield, I almost killed the driver
I'll send a bitch to go and bust this fake script at Meijers
I draw pictures when I rap, I'm a different artist
I use the Glock to paint shit, I make different portrait
Drown him in the lake, then I'ma hide his body in the forest
Hit him with an FN and K in a Fordy Taurus
When the police find his body, he had rigor mortis
Beat a nigga in the studio, stomp him with my Forces
I dropped a hook on his ass, but this a different chorus
I hit his dog with some shit that be killin' horses
Flint nigga, they gon' judge us 'cause our water dirty
I sold his ass a Perc' 10, that is not a 30
Twenty-two under this Glock, bro, this not a thirty
But the way I shoot this bitch, they think I'm droppin' forty
Yellow diamonds in my watch look like I dropped the dirty
Bitch, come join the winning team, you wanna rock a jersey
Bro, come drop the paper off, you wanna drop a versey
Bring me some f*ckin' peanut oil, I'm finna drop a turkey
Man, I swear I live a hell of a life
Can't smoke, but I drink lean, somebody sell me some Vics
I ain't never bought no cut, I can tell that ain't right
When I was young, I sold dope, twenty grams every night
When you was young, your mom smoked like twenty grams in a night
I know the real, who you think she used to sell all your bikes?
I prayed to God for a blessing and it felt out the sky
Ain't even shoot him, pulled out strap, the nigga fell out and died
Writer: Da Mario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, RMC Mike
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Performed By: Rio Da Yung OG
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Da Mario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, RMC Mike