Lyrics Grizzly Flow - Rio Da Yung OG

Grizzly Flow

What up, Helly?\n(Helluva made this beat, baby)\nIt's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG\nFlint-Town shit, nigga, we fuckin' with you\n\nHundred shots, fifty shots, thirty shots\nSixteen shots, but this hold ten, it's a different Glock\nSpin the block, roll down the window, try to hit his top\nHit him in his back, face, and neck, they look like chicken pox\nSmell the drank, before I buy it, I'ma lick the top\nBad bitch, before I hit her, make her hit the top\nHalf a brick of cocaine sold, it's only six o'clock\nHit the soda with the chicken crack, this a chicken spot\nI don't really give a fuck 'bout what a nigga got\nSock a bitch, she called her brother, got the nigga shot\nMake it hot around this bitch like I just lit a lighter\nSmoke a nigga with the mic, I spit different fire\nPull up in a Uber, drop a hundred, I'll lift the driver\nBad bitch, she take me on a mission, yeah, I tip the driver\nShootin' through the front windshield, I almost killed the driver\nI'll send a bitch to go and bust this fake script at Meijers\nI draw pictures when I rap, I'm a different artist\nI use the Glock to paint shit, I make different portrait\nDrown him in the lake, then I'ma hide his body in the forest\nHit him with an FN and K in a Fordy Taurus\nWhen the police find his body, he had rigor mortis\nBeat a nigga in the studio, stomp him with my Forces\nI dropped a hook on his ass, but this a different chorus\nI hit his dog with some shit that be killin' horses\nFlint nigga, they gon' judge us 'cause our water dirty\nI sold his ass a Perc' 10, that is not a 30\nTwenty-two under this Glock, bro, this not a thirty\nBut the way I shoot this bitch, they think I'm droppin' forty\nYellow diamonds in my watch look like I dropped the dirty\nBitch, come join the winning team, you wanna rock a jersey\nBro, come drop the paper off, you wanna drop a versey\nBring me some fuckin' peanut oil, I'm finna drop a turkey\nMan, I swear I live a hell of a life\nCan't smoke, but I drink lean, somebody sell me some Vics\nI ain't never bought no cut, I can tell that ain't right\nWhen I was young, I sold dope, twenty grams every night\nWhen you was young, your mom smoked like twenty grams in a night\nI know the real, who you think she used to sell all your bikes?\nI prayed to God for a blessing and it felt out the sky\nAin't even shoot him, pulled out strap, the nigga fell out and died\n