Lyrics Molly's - Rio Da Yung OG

Molly's

What up, Wayne?
It’s Rio da Yung OG, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
I got
A thousand grams of molly, 'bout to party with the college kids
I got another gun on me, you ain’t robbin' shit
We got enough Wock' right here to start a pharmacist
They say the shit I dropped at E crib was the hardest-est
A white crystalline alkaloid obtained from opium
That’s codeine, you got a whole pint?
I want it then
My bed was stiff, but now it’s on the floor 'cause I broke it in
Just beat my fiend ass, sold him some cut and broke his nose again
This the third tester, I ain’t givin' no more after this
Whipped a gun out on my son and made him say his whole alphabets
Real zazas, eight hundred for a zip of Apple Fritter
I’m dehydrating off all this drink, my chaps is lippy
Damn, I mean my lips chappy
Tuck in my shirt in to show my belt, I know that shit chatty
Put my hands in my pants a lot, that’s why they so ashy
This bitch tryna get over again, I’m finna choke Ashley
Niggas always sneak dissing in songs with they ho asses
One day I fell off, but bitch, now I’m back, no backwards
Pimp C ain’t drunk more lean than me, I’m finna go ask him
'Cause I’m overdosing this week, I just bought four caskets
Okay, it’s time to show y’all niggas why I started this
'Cause I got tired of arguing with all my powder-heads
Then Pezzy showed me one rap check and told me ride with him
He pulled up on like six party promoters for deposits and
Did two features in one hour and charged an arm and leg
I’m the only one that can get Act', it’s a prerogative
Let her give me top, told her don’t stop, she got a bobblehead
Now I’m finna say a bunch of shit I had bottled in
I barely know my whole family, I was adopted in
He gave me two Glocks for one verse, I got adopted twins
Plus my auntie overdosed off pills, that’s why I pop Perc-10s
I know it sound dumb, but fuck it, this the life I live
Back in the day, you was the shit, you had a car on rims
Nowadays, you wanna shit, you gotta drop a Benz
I want the drank and pills every month, unky locked me in
Told bro to put me in the studio and lock me in
I used to be broke, couldn’t even pay to get up in the club
Nowadays, I’m walking 'round with pape' like, «Oh, this just a dub»
Bitch, stop taking birdbaths and go get in the tub
I ain’t gon' cap, I fuck with Lougram, but I take bigger gulps
Caught the opps in they mama car, that bitch got riddled up
If dawg survive this faceshot, blow the hospital up
Fuck puttin' the lighter in the air, hold your pistols up
Stuck the AR in his room window and shot the pillows up
Damn, and he was in the bed
I don’t pour Hi-Tech in pops, I pour my pop in red
When it come to running from a nigga, I ain’t got no legs
Tuesday, I’m puttin' cheese on the beef like the taco man
I can’t catch feelings for a bitch like I ain’t got no hands
I probably got corona, I just pissed and I ain’t wash my hands
Bitch, stop askin' why my pop dirty and go wash your ass
Woke up in the 'jects high off Percs, I can’t find my pants
I took 'em off 'cause my inner knee itchin'
Niggas missing every shot they take, talkin' 'bout the screen glitchin'
Selling dope, carrying a Hi-Point in Moschin' denim
That’s the old me, now it’s Amiris, Glock 23 in 'em
Yeah, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Testers 3 shit, nigga
Fuck with me, what up, Wayne?