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rio da yung og – last day out كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
what up, marc boomin?
you know what’s up, you know
it’s my last day out, know what i’m sayin’?
i’m, i’ma go ‘head kick it with y’all, show you how i’m livin’ right quick
that’s why i’ll be right back, though
that sh_t ain’t sh_t

[verse]
this my last day out, i’m finna jump fresh
pull a hundred k out, go to the set
it’ll be god if i find a pint of hi_tech
gotta go out with a bang on my last sip
still got bmi checks i ain’t cash yet
youtube checks rollin’ in, i ain’t even check
i wasn’t paranoid at all, i ain’t even sweat
twenty racks on the floor right now, i’ma need that
three years and eight months, i’ll be right back
quarter million put up, i could sleep like that
but i’m really nervous, though, i can’t even cap
i just bought my second crib and bm got the ‘lac
probably finna sell my 550, sn_tch off the wrap
i can make a hundred racks quick, i just gotta rap
i know i’m out on fed bond, but i got a strap
i got too many chains on, i ain’t tryna scr_p
d_ck her down off a perc’, made her wobble back
i think i need to go to church, wherе my mama at?
gotta spend some time with my granny, whеre big mama at?
i should bring her to the studio to watch me rap
your grandbaby doin’ good, just made another hundred
my mama lost me to the state, me and my lil’ brother
baby ghost, i told you to chill, we gotta get some money
just think about when mama used to make us split a hundred
we gon’ be straight, though, i feel it in my stomach
i d_cked her down, b_tch say she feel it in her stomach
i might turn myself in in a prada jumper
just know when i get out, a helicopter comin’
man, them b_tches hit your baby with conspiracy
took the blame for a phone call, it wasn’t really me
them b_tches grabbed, me, ty, a, lee, and my n_gga c
talkin’ ’bout the f_ckin’ city boys, are you kiddin’ me?
i don’t even know them n_ggas in my paperwork
and i ain’t sayin’ n0body snitchin’ unless i see the paper first
yeah, i knocked the b_tch out, but i maced her first
‘member stuntin’ at the gas station tryna take a purse
now i’m freestylin’, drinkin’ cough syrup, takin’ percs
yeah, i’ll post your mixtape, you gotta pay me first
i know my fans probably mad i gotta leave ’em
but i’ma still drop heat, y’all gotta stream it
even though it’s gon’ be a while ‘fore y’all see me
i’m comin’ back ten times harder, guarantee it
what kind of diamonds in your chain? i can’t see ’em
i got some cookie loads ’round, they eighteen_ish
plea agreement came in, i ain’t read it
just give me all the time y’all want to, ’cause i ain’t see sh_t
just ’cause he got thirty months don’t mean he snitched
if you ain’t see the evidence, then you can eat d_ck
forty_four months seem long, but it’s gon’ be quick
i might not even call a b_tch ’til week six
can’t be mad, ’cause i signed up for this street sh_t
got it out the mud, i do not accept free sh_t
y’all gon’ miss me, though?
man, they lyin’ if they say da yung og ain’t put the city on
when you locked, they’ll treat you like you dead and gone
little do they know i’m comin’ home to a letter, bro
like an m or somethin’
and my b_tch textin’ me like the dinner done
man, the opps cliqued up, i bought a bigger gun
seventeen_five just to get the kitchen done
bullets in the .308 look like a little thumb
alright, i got so much sauce on me like a chicken nugget
dior b22s off the prison jumper
i’ma be gone for a minute, but my n_ggas comin’
[outro]
my n_ggas comin’ harder than ever
yeah, my n_ggas finna go hard
ghetto boyz, b_tch, on the yard, i’ma bogard
probably got fifty, sixty racks in my goyard
n_gga, you do not own a crib, you ain’t—
how the f_ck you own a crib, you [?] ap, you ain’t got no yard?
ayy, i’ll be right back, though, look
ghetto boyz in this b_tch, n_gga, free the whole ghetto
free c, free a, free ri, free t, you know what i’m sayin’
my n_gga peezy back, mike gon’ hold this sh_t down
louie gon’ hold this sh_t down
i got the coochie man
n_gga, my best friends are f_ckin’ talented entertainment
y’all gotta, ayy, y’all gotta deal with us
n_gga, even when i’m gone, y’all gon’ have to deal with me, ’cause i’m still puttin’ pressure down
and i’m givin’ you n_ggas a chance to catch back up, godd_mnit
i’m finna go, go down, lay down, go to sleep for three years, eight months
get some rest
’cause when i come home, the pressure back on
i’m back not sleepin’, i’m back in the studio on you n_ggas’ head
i’m back droppin’ chains and watches and new cars
y’all n_ggas got three years to catch up, bro, i’m tellin’ you
sh_t on the floor, ghetto boyz
let me hear that sh_t, water, from the jump

- rio da yung og

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