Do Dat Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

Read the full Do Dat lyrics by Rio Da Yung OG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rio Da Yung OG's music, you can also explore Uncle Sam and We Dem Niggas, two other songs by Rio Da Yung OG.

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ghetto Boyz s*it, n!gga, money is not everything, n!gga, yeah
Boyz Ent, you know what the fu*k going on, yeah
(Fu*k the fire, we got grease)

[Verse]
What the business is?
You be with them n!ggas who be killing kids
Bug asked for the Percs, he a skittlehead
I'm a skittlehead too and a six of red
I was in the feds
I just did a fed bid with my n!gga Reg
Ay, Mike, who was that lil' b!tch over there in your bed?
Looked like the same one was in here giving all us head
Five thousand dollars for some jogging pants
They like, "Rio acting stingy with the pape', leave your dogs some bread"
N!gga, I ain't got no money, hahaha
Hold on, n!gga
N!gga, I ain't got no money, how that sound?
Sealed eight of Alpharma peach-mint, how that was found?
Dude ain't really drop s*it, go ask around
Mike on some cop s*it, he gotta pat you down
And Bug just got into a fight with Pat and Ron
And a Percocet
Baby, split a mushroom, let's have perfect s*x
It's only two things guaranteed, that's birth and death
Yeah, I'm right-handed, b!tch, but I can work the left
The black truck hit a right, so we took a left
We just did a pint of Quay' bad, n!gga, look what's left
Stop asking 'bout a fu*king Rio show, I'm booked to death

[Interlude]
Like, I'm booked 'til I die, like
I'm booked to death
Like every year, every day, every month, n!gga, you know what I'm saying?

[Verse 2]
Fifty bands in my pocket, how you do that?
Every time them n!ggas shot at us, you know we blew back
I beat her down from the back, she need a new back
Can't believe these goofy lean drinkers think it's new Act'
C got a glass pint, how you do that?
It's a six-hour flight, but he flew back
You the type of n!gga ask your brother for his shoes back
Put anything in the pop, I wouldn't do that
Whole ounce in one night, how you oot that?
Last n!gga b!tch pu*sy pooted, I might poot back
Twenty racks each ear, they on screw back
My n!gga Trey went to bust a play and got a new hat
Four K's at one time, how you shoot back?
Baby girl got a swimming pool, I'm finna backstroke
We was fu*king for two hours, think my back broke
B!tch said my d!ck little, but I cracked, though
If you ain't out here (??), then what you rat for?
Hundred thousand dollars off one song what I rap for
Still tryna decide, is it Hi-Tech or Act' more?
I know a n!gga up an M, he just act broke
I'm with a redbone thicker than crack smoke
Try to use your thinking cap to get your hat broke
I only hang with slimy n!ggas with no backbone
This the newest iPhone, but this my trap phone
Wouldn't even talk about no dead bodies on a TracFone
I'm tryna text my other b!tch, I used Track phone
I listened to your lil' tape, it was wack, dog
But at least you got a listen from your baby, I ain't cap, though
I love rap so much, I even listen to the opps
Where the fu*k would I be if I'd listened to my pops?
He ain't even say s*it
I ain't even see the n!gga 'til I was eighteen
I seen Kyrie make thirty thousand off fake green
The way you n!ggas pouring up, it make me hate lean
Made my b!tch drink a pint, ate her pu*sy just to taste lean
Lil' bro'll stamp something for me and he eighteen