Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crystal Clear, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 08.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crystal Clear |
| Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear |
| That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear |
| If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near |
| Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear |
| 7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square |
| 8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer |
| On my way to my other crib, I just hit a deer |
| Pistol in my hand while I’m rapping, shoot the engineer |
| Aye, let’s get this shit crackin' |
| 20 people pulled up to the trap, man this bitch slappin' |
| 21 shots in the Glock, man this bitch Savage |
| Tried to moonwalk on the work, I done tripped backwards |
| I don’t fuck with Qualitest cause the shit nasty |
| Drinkin' red with my pinky out, takin' sips classy |
| Fou-five with breathing holes, this bitch got asthma |
| 30 shots, leave you with more holes than a Ritz cracker |
| Pop a nigga in the store, right by the chip baggies |
| I ain’t sellin' nicks and dimes, I need a big baggie |
| Made a 20 at the crib, I’m in here relaxin' |
| I ain’t have to sell a piece of dope, I’m in this bitch rappin' |
| Shot a nigga in his head and pushed the shit backwards |
| My nigga pulled up with some qually and I bitch slapped him |
| I’m still bout to drink this shit, but I’m unhappy |
| I’m still walkin' through the dope house, in these big bastards |
| Paid a ransom for your son, we just kidnapped em' |
| I tried to calm Ghosts down, he took six addys |
| I just bust a book open, I’m on the fifth chapter |
| Pop a nigga 'fore I get the money, I hit licks backwards |
| Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear |
| That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear |
| If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near |
| Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear |
| 7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square |
| 8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer |
| On my way to my otha' crib, I just hit a deer |
| Pistol in my hand while I’m rapping, shoot the engineer |
| Pop a nigga watch him bleed, he need a tampon |
| Shoot his ass from cross the street, I got the flash on |
| When I’m out of town swiping cards, my name Antwan |
| Man y’all niggas full of cap, put a hat on |
| Nigga pulled up in the RT, with the stamp on it |
| Forgiato’s on the Hellcat, I took a crap on 'em |
| Just nodded off on the beat, I took a nap on it |
| Thousand dollars cash, he want Ri to put his stamp on it |
| Beat a nigga ass, tie him up then put all blacks on him |
| Handicap flow man my Porsche gone need a ramp on it |
| Producer ain’t mix the song right, I pulled the strap on him |
| Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear |
| That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear |
| If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near |
| Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear |