Peezy - Rio Flow lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Rio Flow lyrics]
Tsk, tsk (Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto Boyz shit
MCD, Wavy Gang, Iced Up Records shit
Yeah, yeah millionaires, yeah
Really mean that shit yeah
I got rich on a accident
Nigga, I hit your bitch on a accident
Snuck a four-nickel in the club
Who you scrapping with?
Two hundred K in all twenties look immaculate
Had to leave the scene for two years
Now I'm back again
Yeah, did you miss me, ho?
White tee on, Nike joggers, I'm crispy
Though had to tell my bitch to quit calling
I'm with my ho yeah, I like bad bitches only
Paid fifty for it and I ain't
Set the time on the Rollie
Ten years ago I had a box Chevy, mе and Soda
Fast forward
Now I'm sliding up the mall in a Rover
Drop a eight in a twеnty-four, call it Kobe
I'll drop your pussy-ass broad day
You run up on me
Had to bring my niggas with me
To the top 'cause it's lonely fuck nah
We don't got the same watch
'cause mines ain't phony
Last spot I hit was Golden Sun
With the safe on me new bust down rose gold
Patek cost eight Rollies
I just sent a bitch to Miami for a makeover
Bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz E-N T
We finna take over
I got real pape coming in
I gotta stay focused
Brodie owe me a body, nigga
I ain't gotta pay for it
Baby say she want a new Chanel
Told her wait for it
Better run that shit on somebody else, bitch
I ain't going
Diamond link cost fifty and you ain't know it
The shit I'm rocking out your tax bracket
You a lil' boy
Better take your hands out your pocket
I'm a lil' noided
Catch a body, take the shit to trial
I got a good lawyer
Gucci loafs on with the slacks
Tryna look cordial
Thirty K in twenties in my pants
Made it this morning
I get money sitting on my ass, bitch
I been doing it
I ain't finna beef on Instagram, man
That shit corny wanna run you up some pape
Nigga? Hang with me
Just made a hundred K, shit
I'm buying me a chain this week
I don't talk down on niggas
That's lame to me
They caught you with a brick
How you out? that's strange to me
You can take me out the hood
That ain't changing me
Thirty pointers in my new link
It's the chain for me
Fell in love with the Hi Tech
It's the drank for me
Man, niggas ain't tryna get rich
Stay away from me
Ghetto Boyz shit
MCD, Wavy Gang, Iced Up Records shit
Yeah, yeah millionaires, yeah
Really mean that shit yeah
I got rich on a accident
Nigga, I hit your bitch on a accident
Snuck a four-nickel in the club
Who you scrapping with?
Two hundred K in all twenties look immaculate
Had to leave the scene for two years
Now I'm back again
Yeah, did you miss me, ho?
White tee on, Nike joggers, I'm crispy
Though had to tell my bitch to quit calling
I'm with my ho yeah, I like bad bitches only
Paid fifty for it and I ain't
Set the time on the Rollie
Ten years ago I had a box Chevy, mе and Soda
Fast forward
Now I'm sliding up the mall in a Rover
Drop a eight in a twеnty-four, call it Kobe
I'll drop your pussy-ass broad day
You run up on me
Had to bring my niggas with me
To the top 'cause it's lonely fuck nah
We don't got the same watch
'cause mines ain't phony
Last spot I hit was Golden Sun
With the safe on me new bust down rose gold
Patek cost eight Rollies
I just sent a bitch to Miami for a makeover
Bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz E-N T
We finna take over
I got real pape coming in
I gotta stay focused
Brodie owe me a body, nigga
I ain't gotta pay for it
Baby say she want a new Chanel
Told her wait for it
Better run that shit on somebody else, bitch
I ain't going
Diamond link cost fifty and you ain't know it
The shit I'm rocking out your tax bracket
You a lil' boy
Better take your hands out your pocket
I'm a lil' noided
Catch a body, take the shit to trial
I got a good lawyer
Gucci loafs on with the slacks
Tryna look cordial
Thirty K in twenties in my pants
Made it this morning
I get money sitting on my ass, bitch
I been doing it
I ain't finna beef on Instagram, man
That shit corny wanna run you up some pape
Nigga? Hang with me
Just made a hundred K, shit
I'm buying me a chain this week
I don't talk down on niggas
That's lame to me
They caught you with a brick
How you out? that's strange to me
You can take me out the hood
That ain't changing me
Thirty pointers in my new link
It's the chain for me
Fell in love with the Hi Tech
It's the drank for me
Man, niggas ain't tryna get rich
Stay away from me