Dope Fein Friday - Rio Da Yung OG

Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G beat

Shit

Ghetto Boyz shit, man you know what the fuck goin' on

S560 with reclining seats in the back

F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back

Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask

Ty-hm-fi-da-what?

Where my heat at?

Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce

We just drunk a ten

Lil' bitch had a good ____, I wanna fuck again

Rap got me out the dope game, but I’m stuck again

Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again

Have you ever seen me out in public, with less than ten on me?

Have you ever seen me out in public, without FN on me?

You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off, shit get real, don’t it?

Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it

I can’t wait until we get the drop

I can’t wait 'til we find them niggas block, I’m buyin' a crib on it

Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'

Before the E.D.D.

shit came around, I had a real hundred

Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it

I act mean to my dope fiends, I’m a drill sergeant

I’m feeling kinda sick, I need a head doctor

If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red, probably

Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead, probably

I was buyin' act two for twenty-five, wearing Ed Hardy

Four-five make you move around, alright

Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted

____ with Mike last year and made a mill, and I just started

Jump out on 'em with a-- okay, damn he just sharted

I don’t think his car gon' go in drive no more, 'cause I just parked it

Cougar bitch 'cross the street was tryna fuck, she look like Ms. Parker

Joggin' pants full, fifty racks in 'em

Moncler bubble on, with a strap in it

Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches

Hit him in the chest with the K, he just back-flipped it

You can’t rap about the drank, you ain’t an act sipper

Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer

We can’t be fuckin' for that long, I’m a fat nigga

You will never see me wit' a fitted on, 'cause I don’t cap

We all talkin' 'bout the same shit, but I rap different

Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it

I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it

I hope this bitch getting set to play, 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me

The nigga that I’m wit' throw bricks, I got Shaq wit' me

Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)

I be at the liquor store, in the back, chillin'

My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing

Lil' bitch won’t she the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin

Trendsetter, think im finna put forty pointers in a ______

And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain

Baby, I ain’t pop no percs before we fuck, gimme six minutes

Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G Beat