Easy Kill Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

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[Verse]
Line ’em up, that’s an easy kill (My n!gga, Lee, I think we got another one)
I’m a real Ghetto Boy, I be with Peezy still
I ain’t touch the trigger, but I seen the drill
Your career ain’t promising, you probably need a will
Seen a n!gga with his head gone and I can see him still
I swear to God, that n!gga s*it was stuck to the steering wheel
Ten for this ‘fit from five years ago, I’ma wear it still
I put that on my kids, I get in that jam, I can never tell
That’s why I gotta watch how I move
Move right ’cause if I get some time, then I gotta do it
No “Get Out of Jail Free” card, this not Monopoly

I’m down four racks and I ain’t do s*it but go out to eat
Scope on, he hit a n!gga in his dome from down the street
This s*it so strong, twenty-three a ‘bow, so why you lie to me?
You ever got head from a b!tch and then you gotta pee?
I heard she had the best pu*sy in Flint, you know I gotta see
Course I got Cash with me, but I’m not with C
Cass with me, so we played the BP SUV
Before I go back broke, I’ll sell some weed
It’s been so long since I smelled a seed
Like, where the fu*k the real bud at?
Don’t get too close, we got a fu*king Draco in the club, jack
Buy a pint of Act’ for twenty racks, then take the dub back
I need thirty racks for the fu*king show and where the club at?
Damn, you bad as fu*k, where my hug at?
We still got the n!gga pipe, he want his gun back
Do you wanna hear a fun fact?
I really made some motherfu*king M’s and I ain’t do nothing but rap
You ever had five M’s at once?
Okay, you didn’t, so you wouldn’t understand why I don’t give a fu*k
Money Is Not Everything, Jay be ripping dubs
They shot the crib up so bad, fu*ked the kitchen up
Blew the kitchen up, you know the stove was gas
You better leave my YN’s alone with your old ass
You ain’t want your car to get shot up, you shouldn’t have rode past
I walked out the bank with a smile and a store bag

I sent it to the Bay on a plane and she drove back
I took the b!tch neck, she want her throat back
Ironic how he never left the house, but brung the dope back
When I catch up with them boys, they getting a closed casket
Matter fact, they need four caskets
I think my white boy working with the Feds, he just bought four baskets
He ain’t never bought more than a gram
Take the trash out with pole in your hand
I’m a real fu*king boss, I wore Chrome in jail
You probably should catch one by yourself ’cause n!ggas gonna tell
I can’t put my life in another n!gga hands
I ran my s*it up, this is not another n!gga bands
Two months ago, I got a big advance
Yo, Wallahi, I got three hundred racks that I can’t fu*king spend
Solid ass n!gga, not gon’ fu*king bend, not gon’ fu*king fold, I knew my cousin told
We is not at K&J, we at the other store
You ain’t tryna chop s*it up, what you got cutter for?
I hate the number four, I hate the fu*king snow
Swear to God, I hate my baby mama, but I love her though
That’s how I found out you gotta have love to be a hater
They really love us, but they hating ’cause our situation
They hit him with some big s*it and changed his pigmentation
We threw a nuclear b0mb on that s*it, he died from radiation