RIO FREE Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

Song Credits

Sone Name	RIO FREE
Lead Vocals	Rio Da Yung Og
Song Writer	Rio Da Yung OG, Wayne616 & BlueStrip
Music Producer	Wayne616 & BlueStrip
Label	Rio Da Yung Og
Release Date	December 13, 2024
Song Language	English
Copyright ©	Rio Da Yung Og

Rio Da Yung Og – RIO FREE Lyrics

(It’s A Wayne Beat)
(Ooh, It’s Bluestrip, Baby)
Ghetto Boyz Shit, Nigga, Money Is Not Everything
Ghetto Free, Nigga
This What Y’all Asked For, Right?
It’s My Turn Now, Shit, I Let Y’all Niggas
Do What Y’all Had To Do, You Know What I’m Sayin’?
This Shit Crazy, Man
Just Think About It, Though, Ghetto

Pulled A Maybach To The Greyhound, This My First Day Out
He Used To Be The Brick Man, He Doin’ Burpees Now
I Ain’t Never Cook The Dope, C Learned Me How
I Wake Up And Go Get Me
Some Chicken Like Thursday Chow
(Fu*k The Fire, We Got Grease)
It’s Been A Long Time Comin’, It Was Quick, Though
Sixty Months In The Feds, It Wasn’t Shit, Though
Louis Timbs Cost A Whole Pint Of Trish O’s
Rolls Truck At The Airport, I Gotta Dip, Bro

I Got A Bunch Of Shit To Do, It’s Gon’ Be Quick, Though
I Gotta Jump On My Lil’ B!tch, I’m Tryna Hit Road
We Got A Whole Pint Poured, We Don’t Sip Fours
I Went To Jail With Tight Clothes, Now It’s Big Clothes
I Had A Forty-year-old Man Callin’ Me Big Bro
A Half A Million In Deposits, That’s For Six Shows
Still On The Same Shit, Bro, Keep Squeezin’ ’til The Clip Gone
C Got An Eight, I Got An Eight, Shit, That’s A Brick Poured

I Drank A Hundred Pints In Jail, You Can Ask Sosa
They Ain’t Never Found My Phone, I Hid It In The Lotion
In A Drop-head Ghost, The Ceiling By The Groceries
Maybach Two Bucks, I’m Puttin’ Armor On It
One Day, I Did Some Bullshit, I Know My Karma Comin’
My Cousin Did Some Bullshit, Now He Not My Cousin
And I’ma Keep It Real With You, I’ll Pop My Cousin
I Took A Plea And Did My Time, I Am Not My Cousin

And Fu*k It, If Your Daddy Told, He Is Not My Uncle
Why Would I Buy A Hellcat And I Got Brabus Money?
I Told Bro Go To Flint And Get A Coffin For Me
He Came Back With A Four Of Act’, It Started Talkin’ To Me
Come Around On Loose Shit, You Gon’ Get Steamrolled
We Got Pai, Quagen, Tris, And Some Green Poured
When I Got Them First M’s, I Put My Team On
I Bought Some Cut Dope From Bro And Put Some Clean On It

This Nigga Thinkin’ With The Money, Put A Fiend On Him
How You Gon’ Shoot One Time With The Glock? Put A Thing On It
Hit The Button On That B!tch, It Be Like, “Brrt, Bap”
Five People Got Killed, It Got The Hood Hot
Four Niggas In A Trackhawk, I Wish We Would Stop
Nigga, Da Yung Og Back Home, I Wish You Would Drop
Money Is Not Everything, It’s The Only Thing
I Went Six Hundred With Wafi And Went Only Chains

I Was Thinkin’ ’bout Bustin’ A Rollie, But The Rollie Plain
Was Finna Buy Some Drank From Snook ‘nem, But Then My Crodie Came
I Just Did Four Years, I’m A Lonely Man
Ten Pointers In My Rio Piece, I Ain’t Go To Dang
Catch Me Screamin’ Rip Quanny At The Notre Dame
The Way She Gave That Head Up, She Don’t Own A Brain
Make It Thunderstorm In This B!tch, We Control The Rain
Wayne Fell Asleep Makin’ Beats, I’ma Go To Dame

We Went Gold And They Ain’t Play Us On The Radio
Baby Mama Fu*kin’ Up My Mood, Man, I Hate That Ho
Got Some ‘za ‘bows For Twenty-two, But They Shaky, Though
Why You Pass The Gun To Lil’ Cuz? You Know He Shaky, Bro
Me And Lou In That Trx, We Some Gear Shifters
I Went Gia My Ears, I Don’t Hear Niggas
How You Gon’ Pull Up To The Trap With My Kids With You?
Scored A Cheap Four Of Actavis, It Cost Twelve-fifty

He Want A ‘bow, But I Ain’t Ridin’ With Paraphernalia,
Bring A Scale With You
I’m A Real Hustler, I’ll Sell Chicken
Semi On A Hundred-round Drum, It Shot For Twelve Minutes
Why Every Time Somebody Get Shot, They Say Trael Did It?
We Ain’t In The Street Shit, We Just Sell Lyrics
B!tch Pu*sy Locked Up, It’s A Stale Biscuit
I Got A Million Dollars Cash, Bring Some Help With You
And I Only Got Two Kids, But I’ll Belt Niggas

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