Rio Da Yung OG - Another 4 Mins Of Hell

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Another 4 Mins Of Hell

(Ooh shit, this a Danny G beat)
(Elijah)

AP hittin' like a bitch 'cause Wafi did it
I ain't gon' lie, if they say I did the shit, then I prolly did it
Pull up to the function with Ghazi with me and Wafi with me
Earring six carats, they was not a nickel
I just pulled up on a ni*** bitch, let her pop my sicle
He precise shootin' with that FN, he can pop a pimple
I done had this Lam' truck for two months, this is not a rental
I got a lil' red-blue thing, it is not a Skittle, not a M&M
He spoke on Gaffle Boyz and he got shot like 50 Cent
They hit him nine times
Me and you ain't in the same world so I can't ride by
You might not ever see me
Guess what I did last night, you would never believe me
I got a million dollar fuckin' check and bought a Lamborghini
They keep steppin' on my fuckin' neck, I can't catch a breezy
I can't catch a break
Is that fifteen lines if I drunk seven eighths?
On some rude shit, pulled my dick out on the second date
I'm in a Urus truck, this ni*** said, "Let's race" and got left in place
Had love for him, so hit him in the chest, let him kept his face
Let him keep his face
I lost a couple people, I'ma be okay
I barely hear a motherfuc*** call and ask, "Is Rio straight?"
So you tellin' me this shit ain't gon' get done if Rio can't
If it's a four in a can pop, that's Rio drank
Take the Pooh Shiesty off, let me see your face
I ain't never been on greedy shit, you can keep your plate
But if I see a sign of weakness, I'ma eat your plate
Bitch ass ni***, slow down 'fore I bleed your brakes
He got shot with a switch, is he gon' be okay?
Summer time, I'm comin' back to Flint and get a Rio day
I'm gettin' a key to my motherfuckin' city
You wanna make a hundred G's, then you comin' with me
Bookbag full, but I grind like my stomach empty
Caught his car at the red light and put a hundred in it
Lam' truck super fast, put a hundred in it
Like an extra hundred
I caught the ni*** with a print machine tryna stretch the money
You said that’s the last point of Wock, let's wrestle for it
I took care of everybody I love and He blessed me for it
This bitch pulled off and left me bored
I fuc*** her so good like I never had sex before
It was wonderful
Remember callin' my bitch house phone like, "Come to school"
If you ain't took a life or down to take one, I can't run with you
I went Prada from the head to toe, he got on Puma shoes
He got on Puma shoes
My mama pissed me off and I thought to myself, "What would Lula do?"
It ain't no beef with Murda hood, what did Dulla do?
Right now, I'm slidin' by myself 'cause you might do what Scooter do
I pulled a zip of soft out and let him ‘oot a few
I'm finna stack my money up until I starve, I'm with Tootaboo
Premium Air Force's on, not Gucci shoes
He had a four of Actavis, I put a deuce to use
Ask Freeze, seventy-five hundred for my Louis boots
I bought two pair
I really wanted to spend fifteen racks and get a few pair
Tyler sent a email and said, "My shoes here"
I'll stress a bitch out and make her lose hair
I'll turn a bitch up and make her gain weight
She got a AP with the plain face
Bitch gave me wack head, she had lame face
Ask Jay, we drinkin' everything, we don't save drank
If I buy a Rolex, it's three clocks or a DayDate
I can't believe this bitch pulled up on me wearin' fake BAPE
We did the F, but I'm a G, so I might just drop a H today
I'm still alive, I did legendary shit, I'm not the late-great
I'm a newcomer
I don't even trust a ni*** if his shoes ugly
I can't really remember what I gave Halo, it was two-something
For the earrings, be hearin' things
YN Jay a real pimp, he got on ten rings
Came home, made a million dollars, I did ten things
Last time you seen me in Grand Rapids, I was with Grease
I met a Coke plug from Dallas, let me hit Grease
Swear to God, when they let me off this box, I'm hittin' Angel Reese
If your dumb ass actin' blind, I can't make you see
I can tell them earrings was SI's, them ain't VV's
I'll hit you in your motherfuckin' jaw and I can’t make you sleep
I'll sneak around your crib, but I ain't a creep
I got so much cough syrup, I can make a creek
Like a lean creek
Have you ever drunk Act' 'til your pee was pink? Nah, like
I'm sayin' it in a bad way, bro, your weed stink
Like, it don't smell good
You had two options, I was gon' pop your ass up or let Trell do it
Told him we was tryna book a show and he fell for it
Fuck around and spanked him in the party, it's a dead club
I ain't gon' lie, you can f***, don't give the head up
How it's a drought on Hi-Tech and I came home and poured red up
At my first show
I swear the God the first show is the worst show, it get way better
I knock a ni*** out, I feel like Mayweather
I like the Draco's, but the K's better

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