Collective Nights

Artist: Rio Da Yung Og Category: Hip Hop
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Damn, Sav

Big-ass gun on my hip, I could drop a moose
I just sold a fake green egg to a ham, I'm Dr. Seuss
Do a drive by in a Hellcat, comin' out the roof
Fucked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proof
Pockets swole, I just had a money fight walkin' out of Truth
It be 6, 7, 8 in the mornin' walkin' out the booth
I ain't really make Pros today 'cause I bought some juice
See, the thing with me is I'm gettin' respect 'cause I talk the truth
It got kinda cold in my city, so I bought a goose
Last nigga pulled a gun out on me, poof
Yeah, he disappeared
I don't listen to the shit my bitch say, I got little ears
Your crib ain't really shit if you ain't ever almost hit a deer
I just had to sell my car for ten racks
Had to sell my car for ten racks, some nigga got killed in there
They like, "Why you always at the booth?" 'Cause I live in here
No cap, I done prolly made a quarter mil' in here
The way this shit goin', Rio finna be a millionaire
In a room full of real niggas, we don't steal in here
Y'all better tighten up 'fore somebody get peeled in there
I don't just be shit talkin', boy, I'm lyrical
God told me to buy this pint, it's spiritual
"Neph', what the whole things be goin' for, and bring a beer or two"
That's what my unky said when he seen me in Givenchy shoes
You like a slow old-school, you was built to lose
I just had to check my stash spot, it was filled with blues
Drank my whole cup right now, I'm not sippin' juice
Told Double we gon' have to box if he don't sell this deuce
I'm a mothafuckin' fiend
I just sold a half a brick, it wasn't nothin' clean
Finna be a Holocaust, I just bought a new machine gun
This a real hundred racks, if you ain't never seen one
Brodie got two pints, I'm like, "I want the clean one"
Your baby daddy broke as hell, he a peon
Hit your bitch raw in your livin' room, ahh
Hit your bitch raw on your couch and I'ma skeet—
Hit your bitch raw on your couch, pull it out and skeet on it
Bitch caught me lyin' 'cause I pulled out twenty G's on it
If me or Lou' don't buy the drank, I know 2Gz want it
Amiris on with the zebra prints, spent two G's on 'em
We just caught an opp without a strap, we beat on 'em
Oh, that nigga know how to fight? Put the heat on 'em
Damn, that nigga got hands a lil' bit
Alright, hold on, watch this
Alright
Nigga, bag back 'fore I take your top off
Three Perc 30s, I can't even get my rocks off
I know I love the bitch, I just took my Gucci socks off
Four hoes and a small pop look like hot sauce
Shit, this a spicy moment
Bro said I cut him on the drank, well, fight me for it
My dick damn near hurt, the way you niggas bitin' on it
Plug get it back in blood, had a Pooh Shiesty moment
Yeah, nigga, I'll take your shit
Please don't try to square up, I'll break your shit
Do you want a fake brick? Let me make that shit
I'm like, "Danny, loop the beat," he like, "Wait, that's it"
Bitch, I ain't done rappin'
Dog keep droppin' videos, he ain't done cappin'
I'll never lose bars, I have fun rappin'
I just got into it with my double cup, threw a one at it
Man, ha (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a hun—, yeah
I poured a one in that bitch, straight (Ooh, Sav)
No pop, put some ice on there and drunk it, nigga
We layin' like that
Oh shit, the beat goin'?
Y'all niggas made as hell 'cause I'ma keep goin'
They like, "Rio, stop rappin'"
I'ma keep flowin'
And I got a whole pint of Wock', bitch, I'ma keep pourin'

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