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Tether
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Rio Da Yung OG
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This Rio, n***a Ghetto Boyz sh*t, you know what I'm sayin' Free the whole ghetto, yeah Ghetto Boyz sh*t When the feds come, just be ready for that sh*t Finna bust an AP, that's like seventy on my wrist Aim at his top, hit his sh*t, I barely ever miss I just poured a seven of the Tris So much dog sh*t, when I die, I might go to heaven with this sh*t I just middlemanned it, made like eleven off a brick My whole life changed when they put that tether on my sh*t Eight hundred for a zip, this sh*t wetter than a b*t*h Icy-ass wrist, this sh*t wetter than my b*t*h Off-White sweater cost a zip I just offed a fake pint, I'm finna dip Jump in the Hellcat, turn the traction off They tried to nail lil' bro, he let the hammer off Oh, you ain't never sucked d**k? Well, take your panties off It felt good with a rubber, but it's better raw You can sell some cut dope, but it's better raw We got the best work, we ain't sell fentanyl Just took a picture with my baby mama, all you hear is, "Aww" Had her suckin' d**k for two hours, she can't feel her jaws I took a plea for five years 'cause I broke the law A n***a disrespected Chris and I broke his jaw n***as thought I was gon' fall off, but I'm standin' tall Chop him with the AR, had a standoff in the mall Think I took too many Percs, bro, I'm finna fall Dropped so many shots in the crib, we done hit the dog I can make two hundred racks if I hit the dog Spicy sh*t, when I'm in the booth, cut the skillet off Drank came with my auntie name, I had to peel it off b*t*h, we got our own swag, we ain't stealin' y'all's Cuban link cost a dub, pendant forty racks sh*t talkin', I made a genre, this important rap I couldn't even pay attention, I was poor at that Grew up f**ked up, aw, sh*t Grew up f**ked up, I'm like, "sh*t, the floor ain't bad" I just got a whole pint of Wock', I'm pourin' half Tell your friend I want a threesome with your boring ass Two years ago, me and C was just pourin' glass I knew an ooh-head who buy zips, but he snorted half Walk around your crib with the Glock, this a cordless strap New crib, marble on the countertops and the floor match My n***a did some bullsh*t, I don't support that I got a n***a say he love me, but he don't even support my rap In an old-school Monte with the crocodile floor mats You ain't made no money off of rap 'cause you're trash Yeah, I know the lil' b*t*h a ho, but the whore bad Redbone b*t*h, she got braces, ass immaculate And I'm not a serial killer, but I'm stabbin' it Don't come around me with your ass out, 'cause I'm grabbin' it Before I had a dime, b*t*h, I look like I was havin' it Glock bullets stick to his top like a magnet They hit the spot, six pints of Wock' in the cabinet K bullet hit his windshield, I'ma shatter it Hit the car so many times, he died from a bullet fragment Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I'm grabbin' it I'm a team player, n***a, I ain't stingy, I'm passin' it The only reason she stopped givin' me head, 'cause I had to p*ss b*t*h ass so fat, she walk— when she walk— huh b*t*h ass so fat, when she walk, she draggin' it n***a, I was just broke, from rags to riches Fifty thousand for a chain, last year I ain't have a necklace That n***a ain't gon' kill me, I'll probably die from that asthma sh*t Lil' b*t*h fell in love with me, I ain't have to hit it The drank game gettin' ugly, I'ma have to quit Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on Southern, yeah Y'all n***as can't f**k with me, n***a Southern giant, so I know that
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