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Primo Beat lyrics

Performer Rio Da Yung OG

Primo Beat song lyrics by Rio Da Yung OG official

Primo Beat is a song in English

Yeah
(Primo Beats on the track)
Let me pop this 30 real quick
Yeah

Pop a Perc', fuck a bitch like an animal
I'll jump out with the K actin' like Hannibal
True as shit, y'all niggas ain't doin' shit
They like, "Rio, why you," alright
They like, "Rio, why you drink so much lean?" 'Cause I'm used to it
I was drinkin' real Act', addin' juice with it
Back then, I was jumpin' out with K's, actin' loose with it
Was finna catch a body in the fifth, but I let Ju get it
Two bodies on the Glock when I let Scoop get it
.308 hit a nigga car, now ain't no roof in it
Eject a live round in the car and left proof in it
K got an asshole, I'll poot with it
I am not squarin' up, I'll shoot niggas
One day, I started fightin' in the club and shot two niggas
One day, these hoes tried to jump my bitch, popped two women
If I still have this pop later on, ain't no juice in it
Walked out my bitch crib with dog shit, left poop in it
I know why you got Amiris on, ain't no loot in 'em
Tight-ass pants, these niggas dressin' like cute bitches
I got a pair of Jordan Craigs on with a pint of juice in it
The other pocket got two hundred hundreds and a small Glock
I'm sick you niggas droppin' two liters, drinkin' up the pop
Last year, I walked into mass, yeah, had to punch an opp
They gave my lil' dog natural life, tried to slump a cop
When I say I hit bricks, I ain't punchin' rock
Y'all niggas like a shy white bitch, y'all won't touch an opp
Yesterday, I made twenty thousand, used to punch a clock
I don't mix this shit when I say I'm pourin' fruit punch in pop
Ayy, Primo, I kinda like this beat, do another drop
Baby Ghost a problem, just wait 'til my lil' brother drop
And, bitch, stop askin' me how many bodies my lil' brother got
He ain't shot nobody, he don't even know how to work a Glock
Why the fuck y'all lyin' on that lil' boy, y'all go to church or not?
This nigga actin' like a bitch, what kinda purse you got?
I ain't never see you itchin', what kinda Percs you got?
Talk in codes to the plug on the phone, you want a verse or not?
Phone just rung, that's another deal
Ten for a feature, and I'll come and do the video
'Cause rap shit crazy, I just made some dog shit off Vimeo
High off Percs, tryna fuck a bitch, whip my wee-wee on her
I feel like R. Kelly, I might pee-pee on her
I been cheatin' on my bitch for a week with that KiKi woman
Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, let's drink a pint
Ironic how I drink a lot of lean, but don't sleep at night
Hell nah, Baby Ghost ain't shoot dog, he was with me that night
And we wasn't even in Flint, we was in the D that night
Freeze called me with two bricks, tell him bring a pie
Guarantee somethin' gettin' hit if I swing the rifle

Yeah, I'll swing this bitch your way, nigga (Primo Beats on the track)
Sweep some shit up, nigga
You know how them K's work
The old ones too
Damn
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Damario McCullough, Dante Primo
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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