RIO FREE - Rio Da Yung Og

Lyrics by：Damario Donshay Horne-McCullough/Dwayne William Moore/Dax Terry

Composed by：Damario Donshay Horne-McCullough/Dwayne William Moore/Dax Terry

Produced by：Wayne616/Blue$trip

It's a Wayne beat

Ooh it's BlueStrip baby

Ghetto Boyz **** Money is not everything

Ghetto free

This what y'all asked for right?

It's my turn now **** I let y'all do

What y'all had to do you know what I'm sayin'?

This **** crazy man

Just think about it though Ghetto

Pulled a Maybach to the Greyhound this my first day out

He used to be the brick man he doin' burpees now

I ain't never cook the d**e C learned me how

I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday chow

It's been a long time comin' it was quick though

Sixty months in the feds it wasn't **** 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 **** to do it's gon' be quick though

I gotta jump on my lil' ***** 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 callin' me big bro

A half a million in deposits that's for six shows

Still on the same **** bro keep squeezin' 'til the clip gone

C got an eight I got an eight **** 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 puttin' armor on it

One day I did some ******** I know my karma comin'

My cousin did some ******** 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 **** 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 talkin' to me

Come around on loose **** 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 d**e from bro and put some clean on it

This thinkin' 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 ***** it be like Brrt bap

Five people got killed it got the hood hot

Four in a Trackhawk I wish we would stop

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 thinkin' 'bout bustin' 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 screamin' RIP Quanny at the Notre Dame

The way she gave that head up she don't own a brain

Make it thunderstorm in this ***** we control the rain

Wayne fell asleep makin' beats I'ma go to Dame

We went gold and they ain't play us on the radio

Baby mama ******* 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

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 ridin' with paraphernalia 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 Trael did it?

We ain't in the street **** we just sell lyrics

***** p***y 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