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• Artiste: Rio Da Yung OG
• Titre: Make A Way
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Ghetto Boyz shit money ain't nothin', uh Free my nigga Woody If I ain't been to the hood, that mean I'm gettin' money We was nine years old, bro killed the bunny He seen the blood comin' out and got adrenaline rushin' Then he killed his cousin Man in the middle, not the manager, Will on my cousin We don't need no manager, this a real discussion It was 2:30 PM, he got killed in public They caught him at the grocery store, he got killed in Publix Six hundred G's, I just built the Brabus Nine hundred horsepower, nigga, it's a rocket So much dog shit, I can't fit it in my pocket Gotta put the child lock on baby ghost, so he can get out and pop it I told him, 'Come home, he gon' get out and pop it' 'Cause when he come home, it's a million dollars And that's ninety days And that shit go by quick a couple days away Woody took the SK from Chavez, tried to shade a K Now that I think about it, that's a Drake today Nigga, I ain't doin' shit for free, I make Drake pay I ain't told on nobody, I ain't gay, so what they can't say? I got pure cocaine, smell like spray paint This the real K2, the shit you can't spray I damn near made a hunnid K a day and it's been 8K Somebody send me two hunnid real quick, I'm tryna make a way Let the police jump out they car, then shake away Nigga, I ate McDonald's, what you ate today? You ate steak today And you ain't tell her you ain't got pape, so you can't pay Bitch, I'm the king of shit talkin', ain't shit I can't say Walked out of Hutch with a chain and I ain't pay He put a cold play down, shout out bare face This bitch sent a picture of an ultrasound, I sent the staircase They say this nigga Rollie real, but his ears fake Bro, I still got the wheel, I just can't steer straight Mike say, 'He ain't ate shit all day, how many pills you ate'? It could be two-fours, a different drink, but it's still an eight And I'ma mix it up, I like to get high Twenty-five racks on me, I'm just gettin' by In a Trackhawk with my other codey, we might spend, buy Left the bitch at the Hilton and never said bye Crazy part is I never say hi She cut into me, the bitches y'all pay for pussy, they fuck for free And the bitch even said I know I'm ugly That don't mean nothin' to me Spent a thousand dollars cash gettin' somethin' to eat Okay, I got five million cash, I can go to sleep Hoodie on with a fuckin' ski mask, they ain't even know its me But I got on glasses, though, they thought it was VonOff seventeen Mike had a one, I had a pint, we drunk at seventeen Wockhardt hit my city, twenty-seventeen Ten niggas outside with eleven things Police ass, nigga, call twelve, my bro's thirteen