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oz of crack - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(david wesson)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i’m a ghetto boy, i grew up in poverty
apply this pressure on these n*ggas, make ’em tired of me
in the club, smokin’ h*lla weed with my glock on me
ain’t no liquor, me and bro just drunk a pint of lean
cut a n*gga head off and make taco meat
put some bread on the ham like i’m ’bout to eat
whip a zip of hard for the fiends and swap it out for lean
buy a brick of soft for my team, and credit card machines
pint of red in my body, i can’t really focus
i gotta press a thousand pills, it’s gon’ take the longest
gotta hide this drank from my mama, she gon’ make me pour it
i got a gallon in her bas*m*nt, she don’t even know it
i had like seven thousand on me, i ain’t even show it
’cause the ones who flash they stash really be the brokest
crack f*cked my uncle vision up, but he still smokin’
peezy told me, “stay focused, we got them ms comin'”
[chorus: peezy]
balenci’ cost a whole ounce of crack (uh*huh)
my b*tch chanel cost a whole pint of act’ (woah, woah)
i fell off but i bounced right back (yeah)
pay attention, lil’ n*gga, i can teach you how to stack
i got these n*ggas mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga (they mad)
they mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga
i got these n*ggas mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga (they mad)
yeah, they mad ’cause we on, n*gga (ooh, sh*t)

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
we know you got a couple dollars, n*gga, be humble
’cause c’ll blow your head off, and he don’t need money
really livin’ in them trenches, you ain’t seen nothin’
hold on, bro, don’t pull off just yet, i got a fiend comin’
i really love the hi*tech, i got a thing for her
i ain’t never cheated on her with that green woman
i really live the sh*t i say, this ain’t no dream, homie
long*nosed six*shot four*four, it got a beam on it
my b*tch purse cost a pint, i told her, “take it back”
just give me two or three weeks and i could make it back
sh*t, i fell off last year, i’m just shakin’ back
bro is not the f*ckin’ engineer, that sh*t you makin’ trash
if you could put ’em in position, n*gga, make it happen
made ten in two days, but i could make it faster
make the money then save it, this the “stay up” challenge
i know the n*gga who sell blow if i don’t make it rappin’
[chorus: peezy]
balenci’ cost a whole ounce of crack (uh*huh)
my b*tch chanel cost a whole pint of act’ (woah, woah)
i fell off but i bounced right back (yeah)
pay attention, lil’ n*gga, i can teach you how to stack
i got these n*ggas mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga (they mad)
they mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga
i got these n*ggas mad ’cause i’m on, n*gga (they mad)
yeah, they mad ’cause we on, n*gga (ooh, sh*t)

- rio da yung og lyrics

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