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(We're with White Grease today)
I'm with White Grease today, bitch, you know what's happenin'
Hmm, huh (His name's Pablo)
[RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung]
50-point is bustin' like a shootin' star
Pop look light as hell, he poured a deuce of Par
308 strong as hell, it went straight through the car
Hmm, it hit his engine block and blew that bitch apart
I keep a ten milli', that's my backup
Huh, they done made this shit easy to run some racks up
Throw the body in Devil Lake, the body wrapped up
I'm with White Grease today, bitch, you know what's happenin'
Hmm, huh (His name's Pablo)
[RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung]
50-point is bustin' like a shootin' star
Pop look light as hell, he poured a deuce of Par
308 strong as hell, it went straight through the car
Hmm, it hit his engine block and blew that bitch apart
I keep a ten milli', that's my backup
Huh, they done made this shit easy to run some racks up
Throw the body in Devil Lake, the body wrapped up
Can't believe my mama fell in love with that crack stuff
That's some whack stuff, mm-hmm, but that's facts, though
They terrified of my squad, I'm not Fat Joe
I'm really, really smart as hell, I just act slow
Okay, the taste kinda similar, it's not Act', though
Guaranteed to catch a body, huh, guaranteed to catch a body if I go and check that back door
He wanna gamble with his life, well, this a Matt Rowe
I'm only smokin' Slapwood because they slap though
A styrofoam filled up with a deuce of Tris
With a Quake mix, that's some basic shit
He ain't got no dog shit, boy, that's baby shit
I can't tell what's in his book bag, nigga might be rich
That's some whack stuff, mm-hmm, but that's facts, though
They terrified of my squad, I'm not Fat Joe
I'm really, really smart as hell, I just act slow
Okay, the taste kinda similar, it's not Act', though
Guaranteed to catch a body, huh, guaranteed to catch a body if I go and check that back door
He wanna gamble with his life, well, this a Matt Rowe
I'm only smokin' Slapwood because they slap though
A styrofoam filled up with a deuce of Tris
With a Quake mix, that's some basic shit
He ain't got no dog shit, boy, that's baby shit
I can't tell what's in his book bag, nigga might be rich
But hell nah, they ain't fuckin' with the Gaffle
Hmm, look like she got a BBL, but her shit natural
Hmm, brody bought a Lamb' truck 'cause it's faster
Hmm, we done sent him to the sky, he look like Casper
That lightskin nigga with glasses on look like Jasper (That's Deji brother)
That's Deji brother
Put my wrist inside the pot and made some butter
I got two hoes fuckin' and they hate each other
That's some P shit
Mixin' Tris, Tris with the Qua', Qua', that's the remix
Big-ass Cuban hangin' 'round my neck, but this Ree shit
I hate a nigga only come around for some free shit
Hmm, look like she got a BBL, but her shit natural
Hmm, brody bought a Lamb' truck 'cause it's faster
Hmm, we done sent him to the sky, he look like Casper
That lightskin nigga with glasses on look like Jasper (That's Deji brother)
That's Deji brother
Put my wrist inside the pot and made some butter
I got two hoes fuckin' and they hate each other
That's some P shit
Mixin' Tris, Tris with the Qua', Qua', that's the remix
Big-ass Cuban hangin' 'round my neck, but this Ree shit
I hate a nigga only come around for some free shit
I'm sick, my nigga, stop drinkin', shot of Peach Mint
Bitch kinda pretty in the face, her body decent
I'm finna send her ass OT for a treatment
Lil' do she know she gotta suck the dick the whole weekend
Hmm, or I'm puttin' her out, I got a gooder route
I mean a better route. I think we headin' South
Bitch got me actin' like a kid, I'm finna egg her house
Sent one shot through her window, now I'm headed out
I don't want my dick sucked, bitch, I'm headed out
You are speakin' to a Gaffle boy, bitch, we breaded out
He sick, he thought he was gon' live, but he bled it out
Bitch kinda pretty in the face, her body decent
I'm finna send her ass OT for a treatment
Lil' do she know she gotta suck the dick the whole weekend
Hmm, or I'm puttin' her out, I got a gooder route
I mean a better route. I think we headin' South
Bitch got me actin' like a kid, I'm finna egg her house
Sent one shot through her window, now I'm headed out
I don't want my dick sucked, bitch, I'm headed out
You are speakin' to a Gaffle boy, bitch, we breaded out
He sick, he thought he was gon' live, but he bled it out
The label sent another contract, I just read it out
Somethin' happened yesterday, it's some shit around
Hmm, supercharge the Escalade, this bitch gettin' down
Sixty clip on my K, it's the flip around
The bitch fell in love, I'm puttin' pickle down
I'ma shoot it from the three, I'm in rhythm now
Both sides hot as hell, I blew the middle down
We be havin' so much dog shit, I need a kennel now
You need them Welcome Home Tour tickets, better get 'em now
[Rio Da Yung OG]
Right now, touringwithrio.com
Link in the bio, go get the tickets right now
Somethin' happened yesterday, it's some shit around
Hmm, supercharge the Escalade, this bitch gettin' down
Sixty clip on my K, it's the flip around
The bitch fell in love, I'm puttin' pickle down
I'ma shoot it from the three, I'm in rhythm now
Both sides hot as hell, I blew the middle down
We be havin' so much dog shit, I need a kennel now
You need them Welcome Home Tour tickets, better get 'em now
[Rio Da Yung OG]
Right now, touringwithrio.com
Link in the bio, go get the tickets right now
Ghetto Boyz shit
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