Rawood & Rio Da Yung OG - RioWood

Selling pills I had a better run than forest gump
Fuck a hellcat
I'm trying to pull up in a foreign truck
Unk ain't never profit off the bag
He be snorting it up
In the Stu kicking shit with bro
pouring Morton up
I got two pints and a eight, let's pour a forty up
He saying the same shit I told you, I switched the story up
Fifty racks cash for the big face forty one
I just sold six packs of za for fourteen hundred
Spent thirty days in the spot, with a forty on me
Mike done fucked every bitch in flint
That's my horny brother
I'm chilling trying to shake the bag off
I'm a boring hustler
Glock hold twenty two, but the caliber Jordan number
I go to Gary for my ice it hit better
I need a ninja blender for the dog it sift it better
I don't even want to tell niggas what I did on tether
That four five Glock stay with me like we live together
Ray said you niggas finished
Peezy said if I want it got to go and get it
The dog food I got trash but the work terrific
Nine songs a night for thirty days straight
I be working different
I be working, but I ain't doin shit if it ain't worth it
Ri just hit my line said he need a pint urgent
I can't find no juice so this shit got me cursing
This is my trap I supply it I observe it
You be purping about all that little shit you purchased
Room full of clowns got it looking like a circus
Ink from my pen stay fuckin up the surface
You standing too close lil boy don't make me nervous
It look like wax in my joint but it's really just the terpenes
And if it ain't blowing white ash then it's worthless
Ruthless
Four pints of Wok
Quadruplets
I'm getting to the money I don't like to tell excuses
Most of y'all won't admit it
Y'all just trying to break the bridge, I'm just trying to build it
I be running to the money they inhaling whip its
Fucked up and they ain't got no bread
But they won't admit it

Written by:
randal d

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