Kitchen lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Okay
Okay (Rio)
Okay
What you doin'? What you?

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
In my granny kitchen, half a brick, 'bout to cut it up
Scoop at thirty hangin' out the stick case you runnin' up
Lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
Twenty-thirty thousand every week, guess I'm comin' up
Shoot the micro K sideways, watch me get lethal
They popped my lil' bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even
Eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, damn, what that sh*t equal?
Killing off them lil' blue circle boys, what up my n*gga Sequel?

[Verse 1: JusJayR]
Middle man when I hit her phone, she cannot ignore, it's on the floor
I can hit you with the Draco through thе door (Right)
Louis bag three thousand, b*tch, this ain't no Michael Kors (Right, it ain't)
This some sh*t you can't afford, I hit the road likе I'm on tour
810, I'm in the city, hit the gas and do the race
And I don't feel out of place, I'm on prosper, built the case
Don't be cautious 'round my way, shrimp and lobster on the plate
[?] get to singin' with that Drac', I'm a mobster with that K (Fah)
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
In my granny kitchen, half a brick, 'bout to cut it up
Scoop at thirty hangin' out the stick case you runnin' up
Lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
Twenty-thirty thousand every week, guess I'm comin' up
Shoot the micro K sideways, watch me get lethal
They popped my lil' bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even
Eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, what that sh*t equal?
Killing off them lil' blue circle boys, what up my n*gga Sequel?

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*ggas lookin' for the brick plug, well, I just seen him
AR pistol with the purple tips, you can't get diesel
Turned the FN into a fully, this [?]
Jump on a slap on Saginaw, hit the gas twice, now I'm on Big Beaver
It's me, JayR, and Velly Beretta
When y'all was hip rollin', I was walkin' through the valley with Berettas
Skydweller twenty-one thousand 'fore you add the bezel
I guarantee you gon' get addicted if you grab a tester
Boy, you dead if I press that green button
n*ggas dyin' with they guns on 'em, so they carryin' them for nothin'
We go dig 'em up and burn 'em, so they buried 'em for nothin'
f*ck your wife and take her whole check, so you married her for nothin'
n*gga

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
In my granny kitchen, half a brick, 'bout to cut it up
Scoop at thirty hangin' out the stick case you runnin' up
Lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
Twenty-thirty thousand every week, guess I'm comin' up
Shoot the micro K sideways, watch me get lethal
They popped my lil' bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even (Uh-oh)
Eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, what that sh*t equal?
Killing off them lil' blue circle boys, what up my n*gga Sequel?
[Verse 3: Velly Beretta]
Super solid, ain't never been on no frail sh*t (Uh-uh)
My n*ggas know if I get caught, I ain't gon' tell sh*t (I ain't tell)
Dolce Gabbana on my body, b*tch, I smell rich (b*tch)
Unemployment got me lookin' like I sell bricks (b*tch)
Or lookin' like I'm on my freelance
Boy, you dumb as f*ck if you ain't get none of them free bands
I ain't get my stimulus, they sent it to my BM
And long as I keep payin' from the court, b*tch, I'm a free man
Lay a n*gga down just so he can know how we land
Goin' superhuman on this b*tch, I want my heat, man (Yeah)
And hit with Rio 'nem, you know I gotta talk sh*t
They thought I was a rapper, I'm a gangster that can talk slick

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Kel-Tec with the 40 in the hands, ridin' with two extra clips
Brodie pulled McLaren up in the hood, I told him, "Let it rip"
Two hundred a line, me and bro bought a six, then dropped eleven quick
Five-SeveN hit his thigh bone, he got a severed hip
Two hundred thou' in cash, we spent it fast and went and made it back
Gave a thirty ball to my b*tch, she had a paper tag
The Glock ain't work, we spinned the block again and brought the caker back
Leave a skinny b*tch with me six months, I bet I make her fat
The bag in, but I won't send it off until I see that pape'
I seen a fiend rob another fiend when we was in LA
Damn, my gun ain't lingerin' no more once we pass the border
The plug told me give him another week, I got a massive order
[Outro]
Real, for real