Rio Da Yung OG - Grizzly Flow

[Intro]
What up, Helly
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Flint time shit, ain't fuckin' with you

[Verse]
Hundred shots, fifty shots, thirty shots, sixteen shots
But this ho ten, it's a different Glock
Spin a block, roll down the window, try to hit his top
Bail him in his backface and then they look like a chicken pox
Smell a drank, before I buy, I'ma lick the top
Bad bitch, before I hit her, make her hit the top
Half of brick of cocaine sold, it's only six o'clock
Hit the soda with the chicken crack, this a chicken spot
I don't really give a fuck about what a nigga got
Suck a bitch, she called her brother, I got that nigga shot
Make it hotter around this bitch like I just live lighter
Smoke a nigga with the mic, I spit different fire
Pull up in a Uber, drop a hundred, I lift the driver
That bitch, she take me on a mission, yeah, I took the drive
Shootin' through the front windshield, almost killed the driver
I send a bitch to go and bust his face, [?] Myers
I draw pictures when I rap, I'm a different artist
I use the Glock to paint shit, I make different portrait
Drown him in the lake then I'ma hide his body in a forrest
Hit him with the FN and K in the [forty Torrance?]
When a police find his body, he a Rick and Morty's
Beat the nigga in the studio, stomp him with my Forces
I dropped the hook on his ass, but this is different chorus
I hit his dog with some shit that be killin' horses
Flint nigga back on [jerseys?] 'cause that water dirty
I sold his ass a Perc' 10, that is not a 30
Twenty-two under this Glock, bro, this not a thirty
But the way I shoot this bitch, I think I'm droppin' forty
Yellow diamonds in my watch look like I dropped the dirty
Bitch [?], you wanna rock a jersey
Bro, come drop the paper off, you wanna drop a versie
Bring me some fuckin' [?], I'm finna drop a turkey
Man, I swear I live a hell of a life
Can't smoke, but I drink lean, somebody send me some vice
I ain't never bought no crack, I can tell that ain't right
When I was young, I selled dope, twenty grams every night
When you was young, your mom smoked like twenty grams in the night
I know the real, who you think she used to sell on your bikes?
I prayed to God for a blessing and it felt outta sky
I ain't even shoot him, put out strap and nigga fell out and died

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