Aggressiveness - Rio Da Yung OG

What up Wayne

Ghetto boy shit, nigga you know what the fuck going on

Alright, mmm

I was riding with a gun and a scale when I went to jail

So fucked up, was throwing quarters in a wishing well

She ain’t even take her panties off yet, and its a fishy smell

Got into it with my bitch, and left the crib with 30 racks, told her wish me

well

Who got a brick for sale

I got 3 pints of wockhardt right now, another zip for sale

Short me, this is not a zip, bro fix your scale

Dick so good, I ain’t have to fight the bitch, I made her hit herself

Lying talking 'bout you got a hundred, do you hear yourself

Niggas poor minded, they don’t want a M, they wanna hear they self

Like, you get it?

Like they don’t want a M, they wanna be muted

So, they don’t wanna hear, alright

You gotta know how, listen, you gotta know how to work Pro Tools to know what

I’m talking about

Alright, alright, alright, you gotta know this though

Alright, alright, alright, I’m back

You gotta know how to work a AK, you wanna kill somebody

I could lose everything I got today, but I’m still somebody

God blessed me with a gift, I wanna heal somebody

Signed to DistroKid, I’ll never sign a record deal probably

Nope, I’ll never sign a dotted line

Got into with my right hand cause it shot a 9

Oh we talking 'bout drank, I done drunk a 8 a lotta times

Heard doggie bone told again and I’m not surprised

He should get a piggy bank, he dropped a lotta dimes

I don’t own these pants I got on, but the pockets mine

Bitch my baby momma love my dirty draws, you don’t gotta like me

Plus I got a dirty Glock in my draws, you don’t gotta fight me

If you see me out just say what up, you ain’t gotta write me

Three M30 blues in me, I just popped a 90

Had to cut my cousin off, he was kinda shiesty

Got a bougie bitch, lil ankle biter, she kinda feisty

I just hit the Wock raw, it was kinda tasty

Regret shooting dog crib up, I coulda shot a baby

Hundred dollar 3.5 of wafers, got a thousand eighfy’s

Fucked ten hoes raw, and they all pregnant, I got a lot of maybes

Had to tell baby ghost chill, he just shot a stranger

Yesterday a nigga got killed, right here, but we not in danger

Blue hundreds thick like a notebook, I got a lotta paper

AR loud as fuck, it need a carburetor

Just left the town, on my way to the country, in a town & country

I be tryna blend in with them folk, what you smoke, I be sounding country

Took 6 zips out a nigga bow, cause the pound was fluffy

Please don’t start talking pape to me, I seen a lot of money

Stop worrying 'bout what my chain cost, go buy a house or something

Your pops a rat, now you tryna tell, you a mouse or something?

Somebody call A1 for me, I need an ounce or something

Walked in the jewelry store with 80 racks, but I walked out with nothing

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit nigga

Accidental shit talking, you know what the fuck going on

And we ain’t even started yet