8 Hour Drive lyrics

by

Rio Da Yung OG


[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
Boyz ENT, n*gga, what up, Nice?

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Eight-hour drive, I'ma drive the whole way
b*tch ain't tryna stuff, I'ma make the ho stay
Tryna hand-count a hundred racks, it's gon' take a whole day
Take off a n*gga whole face with an old K
I hit the— with the— it got a strong taste
I know my last b*tch mad, I came a long way
Uppin' dog sh*t, now she saltier than Old Bay
I'm drinkin' Act', you drinkin' Morton, boy, that's the wrong taste
Ayy, Nice, let's show these n*ggas how the dog talk
Free P, we matched a pint and drunk it all raw
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, we the reason your b*tch leavin' work
Boy, you a rookie, you ain't never seen no pink work
Itchin' like a b*tch, I drunk a six and took three Percs
Drink some red before we pour the Act', we had to rehearse
I hit the dope before I sold it, let auntie see first
I had to stomp on that sh*t to make sure my feet work
In 2012, I was hustlin', bumpin' Clarity
Whoever thought that Team East would turn into family?
When I was broke, half the ones I loved barely cared for me
Now I'm eatin', all these motherf*ckers filled with jealousy
That sh*t crazy, ain't it?
Promotin' domestic violence damn near made me famous
But I just want the money out this sh*t, y'all can keep the fame
Pop a n*gga in his sh*t and let him keep his chain
[Verse 2: Nice]
Pop a n*gga in his sh*t, don't let him keep his brain (Headshot)
Loaded with O's of the dog and we got 'caine (Get it?)
Thousand eight sh*t, I seen my n*ggas kill for less (Man)
Don't make no guarantees, the only guarantee is death (Ayy)
You ain't never seen bullets hit a n*gga flesh (Bah, bah, bah)
Five hundred turn a thousand when you snatch it off the press (Real sh*t)
My clio even rich, they spent thousands on they habit (Get it?)
Came to the realization that you n*ggas just rappin' (Ah)
Two-eighty on the shirt I wear once, then I trash it
So when I say I wiped his nose, I ain't talkin' with a napkin
Everything but a rapper, dope dealer and assassin
Slash b*tch magnet, twenty pints, which cabinet, n*gga? (Which one?)
Gave him a leg shot, I got tired of askin' (Bah)
Gave him a headshot 'cause we left the masses (f*ck)
Get the backend, then count it up backwards (Thumb through 'em)
When I first stacked ten, I had to double it in action (Facts)
Made million-dollar spots out them houses that's abandoned (Facts)
Had to leave my last b*tch, she was gettin' too demanding (Watch out)
My life set up exactly how I planned it (Yeah)
Get money, eat, sh*t, sleep, drink four-ounces in Fantas (Woah)
I buy all my hoes bags, they call me Santa
Make dog sh*t in your town, then I turn to Casper (Ghost)
Eight in one pop, call it Ol' Dirty bast*rd (Ah)
Bag just came, let's see who break it down the fastest, n*gga
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