More songs by Rio Da Yung Og
Description
Producer: Wayne616
Composer: Wayne616
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyricist: Dwayne William Moore
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's a YNB.
Ghetto boy shit, and the money not everything, God for real shit, you know what I'm sayin'? That shit on fire, man.
-Fuck the fire, we got grease!
-I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party. If the nigga acting tough, he got a weapon probably.
Lil Broko on my phone, he just know somebody. Every day I wake up tryna help somebody.
Like who the fuck gon' help me? Thousand bowls of gumbo, can you smell me? Oh, you got a new strap?
Let Trail see. He got some loose action, tryna sell three.
I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me.
Yeah, got a week before I get off house arrest, but I feel free. I feel it in the air.
Run up in his house, kill him in a chair.
If your nigga running through the dark, fool, hit him with a square. Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere.
It's a different vibe. They shot him in his head, how he still alive?
I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried. Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle tried.
I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive. He got buried alive.
That nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go.
Chocolate chip cookie got a lot of dough. Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast.
That is not no real act, that nigga got close. Tell bro to chase the cur down, that nigga got close.
Paralyze his ass, now he cannot post. I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost.
We had five hundred shots when we went and got Ghost.
Then we had a switch on us, but he did not know.
I told Lil Tay we can't show him that, 'cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that.
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat. And he want a SK with a shoulder strap, with a knife on it.
I know my chain nice, but you would trade your whole life for it?
JR just called me with a sealed pint of dinosaur. I'm somewhere drinking on a red pint you can't find a fork.
Every time I hit Pentmoon, I spend a dime of work.
I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, want a diamond work. I don't know about your life, but mine important.
I had some Wockhardt, who can find some more?
These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times at Hurley. Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with Girly.
I got some pork chops and a pint when I got with Shirley. That's my auntie.
Black out off the drink, bitch, I can't see. He drinking fake drinks, so he fake sweet.
They always win in shootouts, they slide AD.
Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak.
I'm sticking to the crooked jumps, fuck the fake tea.
You sneak dissing me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef.
Fuck it, I- I ain't from the book, but I'll jump in YNJ beef.
Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef.
English translation
It's a YNB.
Ghetto boy shit, and the money not everything, God for real shit, you know what I'm sayin'? That shit on fire, man.
-Fuck the fire, we got grease!
-I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party. If the nigga acting tough, he got a weapon probably.
Lil Broko on my phone, he just know somebody. Every day I wake up tryna help somebody.
Like who the fuck gon' help me? Thousand bowls of gumbo, can you smell me? Oh, you got a new strap?
Let Trail see. He got some loose action, tryna sell three.
I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me.
Yeah, got a week before I get off house arrest, but I feel free. I feel it in the air.
Run up in his house, kill him in a chair.
If your nigga running through the dark, fool, hit him with a square. Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere.
It's a different vibe. They shot him in his head, how he still alive?
I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried. Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle tried.
I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive. He got buried alive.
That nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go.
Chocolate chip cookie got a lot of dough. Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast.
That is not no real act, that nigga got close. Tell bro to chase the cur down, that nigga got close.
Paralyze his ass, now he cannot post. I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost.
We had five hundred shots when we went and got Ghost.
Then we had a switch on us, but he did not know.
I told Lil Tay we can't show him that, 'cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that.
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat. And he want a SK with a shoulder strap, with a knife on it.
I know my chain nice, but you would trade your whole life for it?
JR just called me with a sealed pint of dinosaur. I'm somewhere drinking on a red pint you can't find a fork.
Every time I hit Pentmoon, I spend a dime of work.
I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, want a diamond work. I don't know about your life, but mine important.
I had some Wockhardt, who can find some more?
These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times at Hurley. Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with Girly.
I got some pork chops and a pint when I got with Shirley. That's my auntie.
Black out off the drink, bitch, I can't see. He drinking fake drinks, so he fake sweet.
They always win in shootouts, they slide AD.
Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak.
I'm sticking to the crooked jumps, fuck the fake tea.
You sneak dissing me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef.
Fuck it, I- I ain't from the book, but I'll jump in YNJ beef.
Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef.