Yung OGee Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

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[Intro]
Yeah, ghetto boy s*it, n!gga
You know what the fu*k going on, money is not everything
Free the whole ghetto
I’m back in my mood now, you know what I’m saying?
Get to this s*it
What y’all want? Alright

[Verse]
Ayy, it’s the Yung OG, I just poured a three
N!gga, fu*k a za bag, I just sold a tree
Still’ll pass my man the ball, I got an open three
C got a six of Act’, I told him hold a three
Two hundred on the Rio piece so they can know it’s me
Twenty million, all cash, I got a goal to reach
This s*it feel different when you independent
I could wake up in the morning and go spend a million
Bro got a crock pot, tryna spend the chicken
Run up on some fast s*it and get killed in Lenox
Stamped in my hood, I don’t even need my windows tinted
Beat his head with the Glock ’til the pistol bending
You a little n!gga, I could put out ten G’s and get you killed in prison
I know the beat two minutes, but let me trip a minute
I see you got a double cup, but what you sipping in it?
Louis bag got chicken in it
Brown pint of Hi-Tech, I ain’t sipping liquor
This bad redbone b!tch want my pickle in her
Yesterday, I fried a twelve hour, not a chicken dinner
Why you bragging on that AP and my kitchen bigger?
You run ’round owing n!ggas and I got Ricky with me
Would you believe I made a mixtape in fifty minutes?
Sprayed the crowd with ARP, we hit fifteen n!ggas
They ain’t die, but we still got our point across
My OG richer than you rappers off of boy and soft
Next time I go to Jersey, knocking Toya off
I done made so much pape’, I’m above the law
I knew that wasn’t no real Activis, it ain’t numb my jaw

I got a plug on some s*it you might not never find
Yeah, I let you fu*k my b!tch, she was never mine
I was finna pull up with the— nah, never mind
C got a pint, he drunk a five, but he loving mine
Freaky loose with the Glock, he did a Cheddar Bob
All I do is count dog s*it, I need a bank teller job
Okay, you got your pint of red, but I ain’t selling mine
Took the whole pint to two G’s, he hit in seven time
I just found a four of Act’, I feel better now
I really made a couple M’s and I can tell you how
He thought he was finna get away, but we ran him down
At first she had some clean pu*sy, I could smell it now
Took a hundred pills to West Virginia, made eleven thousand
Three mil’ in equity, I can’t sell my house
Your daddy told, you grew up and told, you a better mouse
The Yung OG now back in the city, bring your cheddar out
B!tch begging me to hit her, I’ma sweat her out
Thirty-five hundred for a sweater now
On my real estate s*it, I got eleven houses
Don’t really give a fu*k about this crib, I done slept on couches
Can’t believe they killed my brother at that dope house
Burned that b!tch down, now ain’t nobody selling dope out it
Ask about me in my hood, I bet they know ’bout me
The first time I drunk Act’, had my nose snotty
And why the fu*k you tuck your chain? We don’t wanna rob you
And I could really tell you ain’t go to Wafi
I got a white boy from up North, he only want powder
Left the halfway house in thirty minutes, I made four thousand