Rio Da Yung Og — Easy Kill: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Easy Kill

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Line 'em up, that's an easy kill (my ****, 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 **** with his head gone, and I can see him still

I swear to God, that **** shit 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't 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 Free Jail" card, this not Monopoly

I'm down four racks and I ain't do shit but go out to eat

Scope on, he hit a **** in his dome from down the street

This shit so strong, 23 a 'bow, so why you lie to me?

You ever got head from a bitch and then you gotta pee?

I heard she had the best pussy 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 fuck the real bud at?

Don't get too close, we got a fuckin' Draco in the club, jack

Buy a pint of Act' for 20 racks, then take the dub back

I need 30 racks for the fuckin' show, and where the club at?

Damn, you bad as fuck, where my hug at?

We still got the **** pipe, he want his gun back

Do you wanna hear a fun fact?

I really made some motherfuckin' M's and I ain't do nothin' 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 fuck

Money Is Not Everything, Jay be rippin' dubs

They shot the crib up so bad, fucked 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 bitch 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 gettin' a closed casket

Matter of fact, they need four caskets

I think my white boy workin' 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 fuckin' boss, I wore Chrome in jail

You probably should catch one by yourself 'cause **** gonna tell

I can't put my life in another **** hands

I ran my shit up, this is not another **** bands

Two months ago, I got a big advance

Yo, wallahi, I got 300 racks that I can't fuckin' spend

Solid ass ****, not gon' fuckin' bend, not gon' fuckin' fold, I knew my cousin told

We is not at K&J, we at the other store

You ain't tryna chop shit up, what you got cutter for?

I hate the number four, I hate the fuckin' 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 hatin' 'cause our situation

They hit him with some big shit and changed his pigmentation

We threw a nuclear bomb on that shit, he died from radiation

Written by: Rio Da Yung OG

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