Free Rio Lyrics

Baby get the fuck out my face I ain't wit all that club shit

The AR was too big for me to tuck it

I skate off on the plug he save my number as Trukfit

I ran my money up go tell my haters they can suck dick

I'm lit as fuck I feel like Gucci in 06

My plucks getting money I just fronted him a whole brick

My baby momma just beat on my ass bout a old bitch

I got new opps I'm sliding on them wit old sticks

Time is money nigga I got Benji's on my schedule

Drug user music this is Wokhardt radio

The Duece Duece ate him up we turnt him to spaghettios

Better bring my backend on time or nigga when I tell u too

The shop ain't never closed I mail them if you tell me too

Pouring fo's inside a cranberry I call it beetle juice

Bro been going through some fuck shit he gotta see it through

He said da za ain't doing enough for him he need a needle too

Pull up hit a bitch with a switch I was in a coupe

The lean plug said he outta Wok

I made him bring a Duece

Shoot these bitches til they outta stock I put a beam on you

Niggas took they jerseys off and switching up the team on you

Ain't really gotta rap and can shit a stack

These niggas fuckin up da business don't know how to act

You better not pull up with no shorts I ain't taking slack

The way I'm pushing out these P's you think I'm selling crack

These niggas my sons I be mixing similac

They be fucking up they life praying on dat get back

They be looking up to Three nah homie dats a fact

If I stand up on this brick nigga I'm tall like Shaq

I grab a bitch by the frontal throw it back like gimmie dat

These niggas ain't got no money but they tryna catch a hat

I ain't doing no sugar coating nigga ima lay it flat

I told da bitch if it's really real then go and get it tatted

I told my nigga if it's real ZA then Ima put tax on it

I got niggas give them four zips and they'll wack homie

These rap niggas don't excite me nigga I relax on em

I ain't really got no rap money I be pushing packs on em

I can't kick it with these niggas cause they really phony

The world mine nigga Thirty I feel like Tony

They ain't having no motion watching Three like a Sony

And I treat the beat like I do my freaks get up on it

I'm in my own heat nigga I ain't having no opponents

Real P I need a thick bitch can't fuck if she boney

Bust the bitch down assist I dish the shit to my homie

I hit the venue for the bag I put my signature on it

Baby get the fuck out my face I ain't wit all that club shit

The AR was too big for me to tuck it

I skate off on the plug he save my number as Trukfit

I ran my money up go tell my haters they can suck dick

I'm lit as fuck I feel like Gucci in 06

My plucks getting money I just fronted him a whole brick

My baby momma just beat on my ass bout a old bitch

I got new opps I'm sliding on them wit old sticks