[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
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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