Letra Dear Rio - YN Jay
(Yo, Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
Yeah
I mean, like, I'm just tryna figure out, though
Like, is you really?
Like, like, is you— is you—
Ah
FNs and AK-47s
Unc' just got out, did twenty years, he forty-seven
I ain't even wanna live this life I live, but it was destined
I just dropped thirty— block— damn
I just dropped thirty shots on your block like I was Stephen
Bitch, I'm a hardhead, I ain't never learned my lesson
Almost shot dog in his head, I was tempted
Bitch got a fat ass, but it's hard like a biscuit
I wanna go to the fuckin' Lakers game, I need tickets
I just took a motherfucker off this Earth, he went missin'
I ain't even wanna rap, but I did 'cause I was gifted
Mad as fuck, I could've knew some shit that I didn't know 'cause I ain't listened
I just left the titty bar 'cause I ain't feel like tipping
Threw the oop to lil' bro, he gon' shit it
I'ma dunk on a nigga, better move out my way, motherfucker
Bitch, I shoot like I stay getting buckets
Ghetto Boyz, they ain't rolling with us, fuck 'em
In Atlanta, me and Moneybagg Yo blowing Truffles
See the lights in the Benz, it get dark, they change colors
Watch your friends, niggas fall off and show they true colors
It ain't nothin' but a Wednesday, I got on two hundred
First class, walkin' through the airport with Louis luggage
You ain't livin' what you rappin', why you askin' for my number?
I can't even swap contacts with niggas who ain't hustlin'
Real shit, I'm a different nigga, make no excuses
We wake up and we go get it, we wake up and we get to it
You was hatin' when it was me, when it was you, I was rooting
I'm forever blessed, ain't no looking back, nigga, never that
They can offer me a hundred years and I will never rat
This my plain watch, Audemars Piguet with the leather strap
Thirty on his melon, they gon' leave him when they catch him at
Prices goin' back down on the work, I might not never rap
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Free Rio, pussy
Phew
(Yo, Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
Yeah
I mean, like, I'm just tryna figure out, though
Like, is you really?
Like, like, is you— is you—
Ah
FNs and AK-47s
Unc' just got out, did twenty years, he forty-seven
I ain't even wanna live this life I live, but it was destined
I just dropped thirty— block— damn
I just dropped thirty shots on your block like I was Stephen
Bitch, I'm a hardhead, I ain't never learned my lesson
Almost shot dog in his head, I was tempted
Bitch got a fat ass, but it's hard like a biscuit
I wanna go to the fuckin' Lakers game, I need tickets
I just took a motherfucker off this Earth, he went missin'
I ain't even wanna rap, but I did 'cause I was gifted
Mad as fuck, I could've knew some shit that I didn't know 'cause I ain't listened
I just left the titty bar 'cause I ain't feel like tipping
Threw the oop to lil' bro, he gon' shit it
I'ma dunk on a nigga, better move out my way, motherfucker
Bitch, I shoot like I stay getting buckets
Ghetto Boyz, they ain't rolling with us, fuck 'em
In Atlanta, me and Moneybagg Yo blowing Truffles
See the lights in the Benz, it get dark, they change colors
Watch your friends, niggas fall off and show they true colors
It ain't nothin' but a Wednesday, I got on two hundred
First class, walkin' through the airport with Louis luggage
You ain't livin' what you rappin', why you askin' for my number?
I can't even swap contacts with niggas who ain't hustlin'
Real shit, I'm a different nigga, make no excuses
We wake up and we go get it, we wake up and we get to it
You was hatin' when it was me, when it was you, I was rooting
I'm forever blessed, ain't no looking back, nigga, never that
They can offer me a hundred years and I will never rat
This my plain watch, Audemars Piguet with the leather strap
Thirty on his melon, they gon' leave him when they catch him at
Prices goin' back down on the work, I might not never rap
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Free Rio, pussy
Phew
(Yo, Skinny, you wildin', nigga)
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