Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Practice , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Practice |
| Twenty racks cash, a pint of, alright |
| Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Twenty racks cash, a pint of glass, and a K on me |
| Told kid dog should just claim KrispyLife, I put a K on him |
| Put a lot of ice in the cup, pour an eight on it |
| Drinkin' fours of Wock' every day, puttin' weight on me |
| Oh, we was talkin' 'bout a gun? |
| Mine stay on me |
| Last year I told my Cali bitch I’m comin' west, she still waitin' on me |
| Treat they block like a blank canvas, I’ma paint on it |
| I thought you poured a deuce in here, why I don’t taste nothin'? |
| Million dollars cash, any less is unacceptable |
| Tryna fuck, but she text back too fast, kinda skeptical |
| If I had a life jacket and you was drownin', I wouldn’t rescue you |
| Walk up on a random bitch, I wanna have sex with you |
| Look, bitch, if you ain’t tryna book a show, I ain’t textin' you |
| Bitch, I know you fucked Ray, I ain’t question you |
| I wanna buy a pint of eight, a six, and an extra two |
| Oh, your brother from the Regencys, I can’t mess with you |
| I’m in a trash bag, man, y’all niggas in a store bag |
| Seen Mike with a half a 'bow and bought the whole bag |
| I feel like Joe, I got a bunch of hoes like 4sho Mag |
| Can’t believe Michael kids sold the drank, man, I’m so mad |
| I just left out niggas' hood, I’m finna go back |
| Nigga, you wasn’t really in the hood, that’s a throwback |
| I’m always the first to start shootin', I don’t blow back |
| I know I got two pints of Wock', where some more at? |
| I just cut into Jasmine, where Simone at? |
| I be walkin' up on random hoes like, «Where your phone at?» |
| Seen Lil D drop thirty shots where the store at |
| Me and Lil E drunk forty pops, why we so fat |
| You only got thirty-five hundred for a verse, I don’t want that |
| Oh, you ain’t get your weed from A1? |
| I can’t smoke that |
| Last nigga parked his shoes here got a toetag |
| Fuck around and bought an eight of cut, drunk two deuces, took a four back |
| In a nigga hood, down south sellin' dope sacks |
| Askin' all the bad ratchet hoes where the store at |
| Alright, I already fucked Cakes, where Moe at? |
| Fuck around and wake a bitch up like, «Where your clothes at?» |
| Your nigga wear court jeans, I don’t even wear Amiri |
| Niggas wearin' lab diamonds, lookin' so silly |
| I don’t carry four-fives no more, only ten millis |
| Had twenty hoes, left 'em all, only ten miss me |
| Oh, the nigga actin' freaky? |
| FN kiss him |
| Tongue kiss, got a drum kit, that’s a big fifty |
| Today, I’m blessin', buy a drumstick and get six biscuits |
| Young bitch asked a dumb question, I dismissed her |
| Bum bitch with some small Uggs and some big Miss Mes |
| The life I live, should’ve been with Kidd, 'cause my fit crispy |
| Just sold dog a cut line of red for like six-fifty |
| Hundred Percocets, takin' forty, I’ma flip sixty |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on |
| I ain’t even mean to do this song for real |
| This was a mistake |
| Yeah |