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[Intro] (It’s a Wayne beat) Ghetto Boyz s*it, n!gga, money is not everything, n!gga, yeah Boyz Ent, you know what the fu*k going on, yeah (Fu*k the fire, we got grease) [Verse] What the business is? You be with them n!ggas who be killing kids Bug asked for the Percs, he a skittlehead I’m a skittlehead too and a six of red I was in the feds I just did a fed bid with my n!gga Reg Ay, Mike, who was that lil’ b!tch over there in your bed? Looked like the same one was in here giving all us head Five thousand dollars for some jogging pants They like, \”Rio acting stingy with the pape’, leave your dogs some bread\” N!gga, I ain’t got no money, hahaha Hold on, n!gga N!gga, I ain’t got no money, how that sound? Sealed eight of Alpharma peach-mint, how that was found? Dude ain’t really drop s*it, go ask around Mike on some cop s*it, he gotta pat you down And Bug just got into a fight with Pat and Ron And a Percocet Baby, split a mushroom, let’s have perfect s*x It’s only two things guaranteed, that’s birth and death Yeah, I’m right-handed, b!tch, but I can work the left The black truck hit a right, so we took a left We just did a pint of Quay’ bad, n!gga, look what’s left Stop asking ’bout a fu*king Rio show, I’m booked to death [Interlude] Like, I’m booked ’til I die, like I’m booked to death Like every year, every day, every month, n!gga, you know what I’m saying? [Verse 2] Fifty bands in my pocket, how you do that? Every time them n!ggas shot at us, you know we blew back I beat her down from the back, she need a new back Can’t believe these goofy lean drinkers think it’s new Act’ C got a glass pint, how you do that? It’s a six-hour flight, but he flew back You the type of n!gga ask your brother for his shoes back Put anything in the pop, I wouldn’t do that Whole ounce in one night, how you oot that? Last n!gga b!tch pu*sy pooted, I might poot back Twenty racks each ear, they on screw back My n!gga Trey went to bust a play and got a new hat Four K’s at one time, how you shoot back? Baby girl got a swimming pool, I’m finna backstroke We was fu*king for two hours, think my back broke B!tch said my d!ck little, but I cracked, though If you ain’t out here (??), then what you rat for? Hundred thousand dollars off one song what I rap for Still tryna decide, is it Hi-Tech or Act’ more? I know a n!gga up an M, he just act broke I’m with a redbone thicker than crack smoke Try to use your thinking cap to get your hat broke I only hang with slimy n!ggas with no backbone This the newest iPhone, but this my trap phone Wouldn’t even talk about no dead bodies on a TracFone I’m tryna text my other b!tch, I used Track phone I listened to your lil’ tape, it was wack, dog But at least you got a listen from your baby, I ain’t cap, though I love rap so much, I even listen to the opps Where the fu*k would I be if I’d listened to my pops? He ain’t even say s*it I ain’t even see the n!gga ’til I was eighteen I seen Kyrie make thirty thousand off fake green The way you n!ggas pouring up, it make me hate lean Made my b!tch drink a pint, ate her pu*sy just to taste lean Lil’ bro’ll stamp something for me and he eighteen. Do Dat lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com