8 Ball lyrics
by Rio Da Yung OG
{Intro: Enrgy Beats}
I got so much energy
{Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG}
Damn bro I'm f*cked up I need a 8Ball
Sike I'm lyin' I know yall n*ggas would wish the boy would fall off
b*tch I don't sell dope I sell verses better knock it off
f*ck around and catch a n*gga out and cut his pockets off
{Interlude}
What up n*gga? Imma be here at 10 o'clock on the dot
{Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG}
I'm finna pop another perk Bobby got me feinin'
Bro, the cornerback, he behind me like Willie Beamon
Every time I buss, she eat it up, she be stеalin' semen
My shooter go to church еvery Sunday, but he still a demon
Ayy, I need a eight of Wocky
n*gga need two pints I cut his sh*t with a eight of water
Chain and watch 50 thousand cash, boy, this ain't a charger
n*gga I came up from out the mud, I ain't a robber
What the f*ck is 80 thousand?
They thinkin' bout Ri', and I'm just looking for a baby bottle
Send a b*tch OT with 90 pills and a latex condom
Let me stop acting a ass I got labels watching
{Interlude}
What up n*gga? Imma be here at 10 o'clock on the dot
{Verse 3: Almighty Slime}
n*gga better have my money or I'm killin' him
80 thousand in 760 hours, I need a million
That's a bout a year from now if I keep goin', then I'm gettin' it
There ain't no straight drop in your motherf*ckin' cup, I heard you mixin' it
Jugg Knight changed about a b*tch and she hideous
How you pick a b*tch over mothef*ckin' bag that's ridiculous
(Alright)
And not a human being like Prometheus
I can tell that there ain't no straight drop the way you sippin' it
(Booom Yeahhh)
It's not the recipe, it's all in the way I'm mixin' it
She caught me at the mall with Will Caus, thought I was crippin' it
Let a n*gga try some funny sh*t I'm finna get ignorant
Ok, I'm finna hit her with the pheww when I visit it
She fell in love with me the first night she admitted it
b*tch got me feelin' like Ray J the first night the way I hittin' it
I almost scored a extra three points with your b*tch the way we kickin' it
(Yeahh)
{Outro: Almighty Slime}
Ayy, Red Money
That's a field goal n*gga yall know what the f*ck goin' on n*gga
What up Ri'
What up n*gga? Imma be here at 10 o'clock on the dot