810 n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
What up, Helly?
It's Rio Da Yung OG, n*gga, Boyz in this b*tch, n*gga
What up, Vez? IUR sh*t (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm an 810 n*gga, but I'm good in the D
Got love on the West and I'm good on the East
Shout out my n*gga Helly, put his soul in this beat
Hit you in your top, leave your soul in the street
This n*gga locked up and he owed me some cheese
I think I'ma f*ck the n*gga ho 'til he free
My Glock a strip club, it's a pole and it's heat
This f*ckin' .308'll leave potholes in the street
Ghetto Boyz, b*tch, this sh*t really on the floor
Free Peezy, I'ma make her scream it when I hit the ho
I'm a boss, you a worker, n*gga, get the door
n*ggas wave ridin' so hard, they gon' flip the boat
Blow a n*gga candles out, his body gettin' cold
My f*ckin' back went out hittin' the dope, I think I'm gettin' old
Knock a n*gga head off, I gotta switch my clothes
White tips in the AR, this b*tch got pretty toes
Damn, Unc, let me hold somethin'
Slimy, wipe a n*gga sh*t like his nose runnin'
I'm grimy, I'll take a n*gga'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 di*k, I need a brain surgeon
[Interlude: Icewear Vezzo]
What?
What?

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, shoot him in his top, now his brain hurtin' (Bah)
f*ck 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, n*gga (That chopper)
Always gettin' high, b*tch, I stay buzzin' (Skrrt)
I pour a pop and need another line like the page turnin' (Gettin' high, n*gga)
Yeah, got a ghetto b*tch, she a head hunter (For real)
Between the block, rap, and sellin' wop, do the same numbers, n*gga (That's a fact)
Turn a n*gga Wraith to a drophead (Skrrt)
We shoot it out, I throw that b*tch away like the Glock dead (Bah)
Ayy, got an attitude, I'm a hothead (Yeah)
This thug life, I take a n*gga money like Pac said, b*tch (Ghetto Boy)
Sign on the 40 say, "Stop playin'" (pus*y)
Them shots dumpin', I'll drop somethin', got hot hands, n*gga (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)