Rio Da Yung OG, Icewear Vezzo - 810 Nigga lyrics

What up, Helly? It's Rio Da Yung OG, nigga
Boyz in this bitch, nigga
What up, Vez? IUR shit
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I'm an 810 nigga,  but I'm good in the D
Got love on the West and I'm good on the East
Shout out my nigga Helly
Put his soul in this beat
Hit you in your top
Leave your soul in the street
This nigga locked up and he
Owed me some cheese
I think I'ma fuck the nigga ho 'til he free
My Glock a strip club
It's a pole and it's heat
This fuckin' 308'll leave potholes
In the street ghetto Boyz, bitch
This shit really on the floor free Peezy
I'ma make her scream it when I hit the ho
I'm a boss, you a worker, nigga, get the door
Niggas wave ridin' so hard
They gon' flip the boat
Blow a nigga candles out
His body gettin' cold
My fuckin' back went out hittin' the dope
I think I'm gettin' old
Knock a nigga head off
I gotta switch my clothes
White tips in the AR
This bitch got pretty toes
Damn, Unc, let me hold somethin'
Slimy, wipe a nigga shit
Like his nose runnin' i'm grimy
I'll take a nigga's soul over four hundred
Try me, I bet I catch a body
DeJ Loaf know me
I'll stomp the dope twice in some WaveRunners
AK smokin' and choo-chooing like
A train coming
Shootin' K's at the Thanksgiving parade
We just rained on it
Neurological when she suck dick
I need a brain surgeon

What? What?

Yeah, shoot him in his top
Now his brain hurtin' (Bah)
Fuck an opp, you never popped no
Chopper, yeah, your K virgin, ayy
I be out the way, but I stay servin' (yeah)
Left thirty-eight 762s, that's eight hundred
Nigga (That chopper)
Always gettin' high, bitch, I stay buzzin'
(Skrrt) i pour a pop and need another
Line like the page turnin'
(Gettin' high, nigga)
Yeah, got a ghetto bitch, she a head hunter
(For real)
Between the block, rap, and sellin'
Wop, do the same numbers, nigga
(That's a fact)
Turn a nigga Wraith to a drophead (Skrrt)
We shoot it out
I throw that bitch away like the Glock dead
(Bah)
Ayy, got an attitude, I'm a hothead (yeah)
This thug life, I take a
Nigga money like Pac said, bitch
(Ghetto Boy)
Sign on the 40 say, "Stop playin'" (Pussy)
Them shots dumpin', I'll drop
Somethin', got hot hands, nigga
(Got hot hands)
If you ain't caught no body, we not friends
(Uh, uh) the Drank God, I got her on
Her knees and she not prayin', ugh
(Drank God)