Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song $200 Haircuts, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
$200 Haircuts |
| Alright |
| Early as hell, nigga, me and Wayne still cookin', alright |
| It’s 7 in the morning, finna pour another pop |
| Just from ran from the state boys, had to throw another Glock |
| Stop talkin' 'bout the bag, nigga, show me what you got |
| Made thirty yesterday, I might just blow it on a watch |
| Hit the bottom of the pint and had to open up the top |
| Had to tell unc' I’m straight if he smoke another rock |
| Brodie in the joint with a shank 'bout to poke another opp |
| This a fully-auto Glock, but I hold it like a chop |
| Breakfast time, pourin' Wocky in the orange juice |
| Drinkin' real Alpharma, the orange juice |
| Flipped the script on a fan, pulled out my phone, «Let me record you» |
| Noddin', slobbin' off drank, I might snore too |
| I hate buyin' threes of lean 'cause I might pour two |
| Went to the O to do some features, but we scored too |
| Came back with three pints of straight drop |
| Ready for the war, I bought three nines and one Glock |
| Six of Morton Grove, nigga, me and D-Nice on one pop |
| Yeah, alright, I got a six of Morton |
| I got a six of Morton Grove, it’s just me and D-Nice, we got one pop |
| I can up the four-nick' off my hip and make a truck stop |
| Bro got caught with some OJs on, alright |
| Bro got caught with OJs on the Greyhound, the bus hot |
| Thirty pointers on the bezel, alright |
| Thirty pointers, alright, alright |
| Thirty pointers on a bezel, that’s display, bro, bust not |
| I can drink lean and sleep 'til next year, I got a bunch of snot |
| Shiesty nigga, put it on his head, got my cousin popped |
| My son old enough to watch my music, I don’t cuss a lot |
| Psych, nigga, I don’t give a fuck a lot |
| Bitch, I got big hips, I can tuck a chop |
| Punchin' in and out on these beats, I used to punch the clock |
| Just bust another watch, nigga, that’s thirty |
| Just bust another watch, that’s thirty racks for a fuckin' clock |
| He just grabbed the ball and now he want a zip, he a fuckin' cop |
| Beat my pockets' ass last night, they got a fuckin' knot |
| I let Coochie Man bust the hoes down, I don’t fuck a lot |
| If we talkin' rap money, I done touched a lot |
| Bitch, put the whole dick in your mouth, stop tryna suck the top |
| Left the bottom of the watch plain, I’ma bust the top |
| SK’ll cut a tree down, that’s why it’s called a fuckin' chop |
| Thinkin' to myself should I drop that Lam' truck? |
| Or should I sit back and stack another hundred bands up? |
| Walkin' out your bitch room zippin' my pants up |
| No cap, in middle school, I fucked two hundred grand up |
| Only sellin' zips, you want a gram, what? |
| What the fuck that nigga just say? |
| Let me stand up |
| Spice talkin' got it hot in the booth, cut the fan up |
| Thumbin' through a whole hundred grams fucked my hand up |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on |
| Nigga, yeah |
| Bitch, you know, ah |
| Free Big Ghetto |
| Free C, free Young, nigga |
| The whole Ghetto Boyz shit |
| Can’t fuck with the Ghetto Boy clique |
| Bitch, I got steroids in the clip, these some strong bullets |
| I just bought a .308, them the long bullets |