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lirik lagu off the wall – rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e

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[verse 1: rmc mike]
bro, e, watch out, you ain’t even gotta shoot
i’ll chase a n*gga down in these huarache shoes
chris dangerous with that k, he know karate moves
and rio head f*cked up, he’ll catch a body too
got your b*tch off henny, she on molly too
now she stuck up, we on the road in a rendezvous

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i got some pressed*up pills and some oxys too
say the wrong words to me, i catch a body too
shoot up they crib every day, now they gotta move
i got a ‘bow of platinum cookie, got it for thirty*two
i got some pine og and gorilla glue
f*ck a vest, when we slide, you need a body suit
i got a pint of hi*tech, but you can’t buy my juice
i’m ’bout to pour four fours, i should drink еight twos
and i got a four of morton grove and some quali’ too
i’m actin’ stingy with the drank, i’m hidin’ all my juice
i’m the reason why the prices high to the roof
i got ten grams of dog you can hit with a two
i see you got that gun on you, but is you gon’ use it?
boy, you not gon’ shoot it
i’ll give you ten bands if you really shootin’
i’m tired of n*ggas actin’ tough knowin’ they ain’t gon’ do sh*t
i’m finna start sn*tchin’ up kids and get to actin’ foolish
don’t be mad at the city, ’cause you made me do this
take it back to 2010, a young n*gga was ruthless
hoppin’ out with two glocks, actin’ real stupid
i’ll get up close on a n*gga, show you how to do him
i’ll put this 40 in his mouth and f*ck up how he shootin’
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
f*ck that, give me the heat, it’s my turn to shoot
we did dog in the car, we had to burn the proof
the old lady seen us ‘cross the street, we gotta burn her too
bro cut the car off and dropped thirty*two
bro, don’t cut the car off, just circle through
drop me off in the backyard, i’ma get on the roof
if i jump off with this k, i’ma hit more than two
i almost caught a body in these foreign shoes
i had to take these b*tches off, put on these jordan 2s
40 got a ball grip, but i ain’t tryna hoop
my n*gga veins poppin’ out his arms ’cause he tryna shoot
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dog, he tryna make the news

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