Rio Da Yung OG – RIO FREE Lyrics

{ Intro }
(It’s a Wayne beat)
(Ooh, it’s BlueStrip, baby)
Ghetto Boyz s*it, n!gga, Money Is Not Everything
Ghetto free, n!gga
This what y’all asked for, right?
It’s my turn now, s*it, I let y’all n!ggas do what y’all had to do, you know what I’m saying?
This s*it crazy, man
Just think about it, though, Ghetto

{ Verse }
Pulled a Maybach to the Greyhound, this my first day out

He used to be the brick man, he doing burpees now
I ain’t never cook the dope, C learned me how
I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday chow (Fu*k the fire, we got grease)
It’s been a long time coming, it was quick, though
Sixty months in the feds, it wasn’t s*it, though
Louis Timbs cost a whole pint of Trish O’s
Rolls truck at the airport, I gotta dip, bro
I got a bunch of s*it to do, it’s gon’ be quick, though
I gotta jump on my lil’ b!tch, I’m tryna hit road
We got a whole pint poured, we don’t sip fours
I went to jail with tight clothes, now it’s big clothes
I had a forty-year-old man calling me big bro
A half a million in deposits, that’s for six shows
Still on the same s*it, bro, keep squeezing ’til the clip gone
C got an eight, I got an eight, s*it, that’s a brick poured
I drank a hundred pints in jail, you can ask Sosa
They ain’t never found my phone, I hid it in the lotion
In a drop-head Ghost, the ceiling by the groceries
Maybach two bucks, I’m putting armor on it
One day, I did some bulls*it, I know my karma coming
My cousin did some bulls*it, now he not my cousin
And I’ma keep it real with you, I’ll pop my cousin
I took a plea and did my time, I am not my cousin
And fu*k it, if your daddy told, he is not my uncle
Why would I buy a Hellcat and I got Brabus money?

I told bro go to Flint and get a coffin for me
He came back with a four of Act’, it started talking to me
Come around on loose s*it, you gon’ get steamrolled
We got Pai, Quagen, Tris and some green poured
When I got them first M’s, I put my team on
I bought some cut dope from bro and put some clean on it
This n!gga thinking with the money, put a fiend on him

How you gon’ shoot one time with the Glock? Put a thing on it

Hit the button on that b!tch, it be like, “Brrt, bap”
Five people got killed, it got the hood hot
Four n!ggas in a Trackhawk, I wish we would stop
N!gga, Da Yung OG back home, I wish you would drop
Money is not everything, it’s the only thing
I went six hundred with Wafi and went only chains
I was thinking ’bout busting a Rollie, but the Rollie plain
Was finna buy some drank from Snook ‘nem, but then my crodie came
I just did four years, I’m a lonely man
Ten pointers in my Rio piece, I ain’t go to Dang
Catch me screaming RIP Quanny at the Notre Dame
The way she gave that head up, she don’t own the brain
Make it thunderstorm in this b!tch, we control the rain
Wayne fell asleep making beats, I’ma go to Dame
We went gold and they ain’t play us on the radio
Baby mama fu*king up my mood, man, I hate that ho
Got some ‘za ‘bows for twenty-two, but they shaky, though
Why you pass the gun to lil’ cuz? You know he shaky, bro
Me and Lou in that TRX, we some gear shifters
I went GIA my ears, I don’t hear n!ggas
How you gon’ pull up to the trap with my kids with you?
Scored a cheap four of Actavis, it cost twelve-fifty
He want a ‘bow, but I ain’t riding with paraphanelia, bring a scale with you
I’m a real hustler, I’ll sell chicken
Semi on a hundred-round drum, it shot for twelve minutes
Why every time somebody get shot, they say Trell did it?
We ain’t in the street s*it, we just sell lyrics
B!tch pu*sy locked up, it’s a stale biscuit
I got a million dollars cash, bring some help with you
And I only got two kids, but I’ll belt n!ggas