Free Rio
Free Rio up out dem chains
Ion even rap on Detroit beats
This for him though
Free him
Yea, just like him ima Yung Og
I'm finna kill this beat though
Every time I'm up inside the booth, I'm toting real triggers
She say that she want me cause I'm different, Ima real nigga
Brodie got a Glock, it got a switch
It make it shoot quicker
Every scene I step on it get kilt cause Ima grave digger
I won't leave the house without my cup cause Ima real sipper
Slimey niggas ready for to step, cause they some street niggas
I was broke inside the house, but now they see the check bigger
Choppa make a nigga shake, he should've been a dance stripper
Killing beats, it's getting easy, I need another job
9-5 you still broke, you need another job
Hide yo stuff when gang out, because them niggas rob
This gun it's shooting real bullets, we never toting props
Jeans on me fit the bankroll, never falling out
Every nigga with me, we 4life, we never falling out
Pockets on obese, they never empty, we not in a drought
Niggas say they gangsta, but they not, these niggas shooting house
I just told my girl to rub my feet cause I stay running beats
I can do a show without my crew, you niggas 40 deep
Change my name from HBK, I bossed up
Now I'm Master P
Free Rio up out the chains, I'm Yung and Ima Og
And my pockets full, feel like Miami when I tote the Heat
She mad at me, she took my Gucci and she soaked it in some bleach
But I ain't tripping, bought some mo'
She mad because her pockets weak
Don't touch my chain, you think about it
You gone be on top a tee
What time is it
Like 9:30, wake up and I gotta eat
Ain't talking breakfast, talking beats
I wake up and I eat a feast
He want a feature, but he broke, but everything I do a fee
I won't even freestyle for the gram because the style ain't free
Brodie scamming for sum jays, and I support him swiping cards
And he the same, he real fasho, cause he support me dropping bars
My cannon on me with a drum, we see the opps, we stomp da yard
I'm slime for real, we dig the grave, and we gone leave em in the yard
Every time I'm up inside the booth, I'm toting real triggers
She say that she want me cause I'm different, Ima real nigga
Brodie got a Glock, it got a switch
It make it shoot quicker
Every scene I step on it get kilt cause Ima grave digger
I won't leave the house without my cup cause Ima real sipper
Slimey niggas ready for to step, cause they some street niggas
I was broke inside the house, but now they see the check bigger
Choppa make a nigga shake, he should've been a dance stripper (Slatt)
Ion even rap on Detroit beats
This for him though
Free him
Yea, just like him ima Yung Og
I'm finna kill this beat though
Every time I'm up inside the booth, I'm toting real triggers
She say that she want me cause I'm different, Ima real nigga
Brodie got a Glock, it got a switch
It make it shoot quicker
Every scene I step on it get kilt cause Ima grave digger
I won't leave the house without my cup cause Ima real sipper
Slimey niggas ready for to step, cause they some street niggas
I was broke inside the house, but now they see the check bigger
Choppa make a nigga shake, he should've been a dance stripper
Killing beats, it's getting easy, I need another job
9-5 you still broke, you need another job
Hide yo stuff when gang out, because them niggas rob
This gun it's shooting real bullets, we never toting props
Jeans on me fit the bankroll, never falling out
Every nigga with me, we 4life, we never falling out
Pockets on obese, they never empty, we not in a drought
Niggas say they gangsta, but they not, these niggas shooting house
I just told my girl to rub my feet cause I stay running beats
I can do a show without my crew, you niggas 40 deep
Change my name from HBK, I bossed up
Now I'm Master P
Free Rio up out the chains, I'm Yung and Ima Og
And my pockets full, feel like Miami when I tote the Heat
She mad at me, she took my Gucci and she soaked it in some bleach
But I ain't tripping, bought some mo'
She mad because her pockets weak
Don't touch my chain, you think about it
You gone be on top a tee
What time is it
Like 9:30, wake up and I gotta eat
Ain't talking breakfast, talking beats
I wake up and I eat a feast
He want a feature, but he broke, but everything I do a fee
I won't even freestyle for the gram because the style ain't free
Brodie scamming for sum jays, and I support him swiping cards
And he the same, he real fasho, cause he support me dropping bars
My cannon on me with a drum, we see the opps, we stomp da yard
I'm slime for real, we dig the grave, and we gone leave em in the yard
Every time I'm up inside the booth, I'm toting real triggers
She say that she want me cause I'm different, Ima real nigga
Brodie got a Glock, it got a switch
It make it shoot quicker
Every scene I step on it get kilt cause Ima grave digger
I won't leave the house without my cup cause Ima real sipper
Slimey niggas ready for to step, cause they some street niggas
I was broke inside the house, but now they see the check bigger
Choppa make a nigga shake, he should've been a dance stripper (Slatt)
Credits
Writer(s): Jadien Prince
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