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Narcos
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Rio Da Yung OG
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N***a asked me was I sellin' work, I'm like crack kid My-my-my lil b*t*h just got some a** shots, but she fat, still Beanin' in his head with the Glock, how the strap feel? E-Every week I'm makin' twenty, thirty racks, that's why I rap, still Compress the bozo's zaza's, yeah, I rap still N***a run up on the Yung OG, get his cap pealed I don't know how much money my city make, let me ask Will I'm a six-figure n***a, go cut my granny gra**, still Broke a perk in half, gave it to my b*t*h, how that tap feel? White-White boy try to buy two-hunnid blues, gave him advil You ain't never see me buy a deuce, I only grab seals This lil case had me stressed out, but I laugh, still Good with my hands, but with the pistol, got mad skills I-I-I'm in washington servin' white people, like I'm Brad Bill Hit him where it's hurt, Had lil bro get his dad killed I-I-I-I know you sick, you signed yo' life away to a bad deal P-P-Payed eleven-hunnid for this jacket, it was cashmere N***a wipped up that rat b*t*h I had last year Appreciation day, I'm showin' love, you want a gram, here Spray filled XD four-five, with the lemon squeeze You want the best weed? Go to the north and see my n***a Reese Can't-Can't let these n***as hold me back, I got a bigger dream The key to havin' the best dogs around is to keep the kennel clean I'm not a narco I don't dirty people 'cause I don't give a sh*t about a possession charge I'mma murder police I'm here about the bodies The- Just you, me, and my partner and- What do you say- I ain't say sh*t Just you, me, and my partner, Mr. Sh*t, here Honey badger in my backseat, ready to go to war Cut his neck then pourin' alcohol on his open sores F**k a Tay-K, this ain't a race, I ain't won any wars Shoot the baby K backwards, got him runnin' four I'm in the building now, remember trappin' hard out a Honda Accord Remember twos and fours, now, a whole pint, n***a, I can afford Bustin' at a n***a, he try to pull off and I shot at the door Robbed the plug crib, I swear, we got a lot off the porch Me and west babies goin' crazy, shoutout to the north Me and gang smokin' dead opps, shoutout to the corpse I know his K finna get dismissed- Ah, I know his K finna get dismissed, shoutout to the courts Shoutout the ASL, I'm in the backs, warnin' I seen a lot of n***as take a gun charge, and come pay a bill Alright, I got so much work, I'm finna weigh the scale Clumsy n***a try to catch a M1 without a can filled N***as tough on the streets but they gay in jail Baby girl so lean, you slump, don't play with trills I got wet dope, I ain't gotta clean it, it'll bathe itself A million rows, askin' random n***as who got bake for sale Steppin' on a dope in the kitchen', they caked, then fell You ain't gotta hear my music, I play it myself I'm a whole brick of dope, I weigh myself I just got another rat b*t*h pregnant, I hate myself I got a pint but this really ain't enough, I'm drinkin' eight myself I could drive the whip, bust, pour a pop and don't brake a nail Popped a n***a, don't call a ambulance, make him take himself I'm unbothered, b*t*h, I sleep good when I lay in bed 'Bout a hunnid grams of topside, I made myself Throw my heart off a bridge, then I jump, tryna save myself I'm the type to do my own feature, I pay myself In the streets, I was lookin' for my popps, I raised myself How yo' perks playin' with the K? Almost graved myself Whip game gettin' better everyday, I grave myself N***a think I drank the whole pint, but I saved a twelfth In february, they let a demon out, we finna raise hell B*t*h, from my brother, P He told me keep my a** in the booth and I can bubble easy B*t*h suck my d**k with the best, I told her double-G me I chased a eighth of wok, I don't really cup a fiji Ran up another hunnid quick, finna buy a necklace Told my b*t*h to meet me in LA, but we flyin' seperate Told this w**** her coochie really stunk, that's a wild gesture Spittin' habanero in the booth, you a mild pepper You only got a eighth for sale, I'm a pile seller Hell yeah, my voice deep as hell, I'm a loud fellar B*t*h, I bang my cake the right way, I'm a clown debbler I love the baby drank, but that PL, I sound better
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