know he dead

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] Ghetto Hmm, what the fuck goin' on? I need a, uh [Verse: Rio Da Yung OG] I need a platinum Rolex with the Arabic dial I need a pint of Act', ten million cash and some Black & Milds Gotta keep switchin' up the flow 'cause they gon' snatch my style This bitch pussy keep fuckin' up the floor, she need to grab a towel I let Lil Tay whip the Lam' truck, this nigga actin' wild I was mad as fuck, seen the drank bottle, then I cracked a smile He called the phone and asked me, "Is some crack around?" Let's talk about my driveway, that bitch wrap around It's a cheat code to life, you gotta always keep a smacker 'round I used to middleman drank and 'bows of weed, I'm a rapper now I'm the biggest now How you gon' talk down to me and I did not let my niggas down? You'll get on Facebook and writе a paragraph I'm the type to get on Instagram and post a M in cash Thеy caught him without belt and they whipped his ass I'm a millionaire, I was just on Welch smokin' nickel bags Like probably like one time a month, jump in the trickin' bag But I ain't gon' lie, when I was in the feds, I was trickin' bad Like every other week, a new bitch, grabbin' different ass You'll fuck around and lose forty-one days if you miss a class They wanna program you Like ain't no walks in the park, I don't wanna hold hands you Like, bitch, I don't wanna hold your hand I only wanna fuck and I don't know your man I still remember when the police killed Dominique and now Bobo dead I got a pint of Wock', but I want some red Watched the body drop on CCTV, boy, we know he dead These young niggas wildin', get on Instagram and say they smoked your mans If you wanna be a rich bitch, never close your legs They blew his shit off, but he was in shock, so he Like lift his arm up tryna hold his head But his brains was on the floor, boy, you know he dead Lil Ron did not kill hisself, boy, the police did If you a real drank plug, can you show me red? I got a ten thousand dollar budget, I just want a bed But that's really for my bitch, shit, I don't go to bed I'll never give a bitch my number so the ho can beg Hit me on the 'Gram We just bought a QP, he finna smoke a gram He got a KRISS Vec' in his 21, ooh, I hope it jam I wish that one nigga could get dig up and smoked again Can get a kilo for ten racks, I'm with my joker friend He got a beanie on and a white dog Five bullies at the mansion, but I don't like dogs I know a nigga up a million dollars used to fight dogs Your whole life can change, make that right call He did not use his brain, knocked it right off Like his head gone, decapitated I was gettin' head from a CO bitch, I wasn't masturbatin' Told her bring some drugs, then she said, "Rio, you know you have to pay me" Called Freeze up, told him load up and gave her ass some paper Ain't arguin' 'bout the drank price, grab a calculator When I don't want the shit, I never say, "No," I just say, "I'll grab it later" And I never grab it You can't speak on what a M feel like if you never had it She bust the windows on the Lam' truck, this bitch here dramatic Fucked my AP, Rolex hand up, I went and bought a Patek I told bro to shoot me dead if he caught me cappin' I know the nigga dead, bro just called me laughin' [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] He ain't say nothin' He called me while the skit was goin' down, I heard a K bustin'