"810 Nigga" lyrics
(feat. Icewear Vezzo)
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
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
[Icewear Vezzo:]
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 7.62s, 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)
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
[Icewear Vezzo:]
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 7.62s, 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)
