[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
I know, yeah
What up, Marc Boomin? ni**a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
If it's money on the floor, I'ma walk to it
Ben Frank my friend, sometimes I talk to him
I got a loyal b*tch with no car who will walk to me
Whole pint of Wock' gone Wednesday, it was bought Tuesday
And I ain't sell a line, you know it's gone 'cause I don't drop deuces
4462, damn, man, I'm kinda stupid
I might get an assault charge 'cause I abuse it
How the fu*k I catch a case for sellin' dope and I'm a user?
Chase him down in a long blue coat, I'm with Scooter
I'm with a blowhead shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
I wasn't tryna fu*k your b*tch, but she shouldn't have spoke to me
Mike noddin' off the drank, but hе still woke to me
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
ni**a, put that blunt down, that sh*t you smokin' on smell likе potpourri
They labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
ni**a, I'm hungry, I just want a steak down from Ocean P
Baby girl wanna fu*k me bad, it's the no for me
ni**a said he bought a Hellcat, it's the note for me
Everything coming off the head, nobody wrote for me
Spent so much money at Saks Fifth, I got a coat for free
I be fu*kin' on the doctor daughter for fours of lean
Told the whole world once before I'm a lean junkie
Hoes say I'm fat, it's not the food, this a lean stomach
My set shot so motherfu*kin' smooth, I got a clean jumper
Yeah, I still beat my b*tch ass, she a mean woman
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
So many shots, these will last for three summers
fu*k a slumber party, laying in the basement, that's a sleep-under
Eight hundred dollar shirt on and my jeans custom
Brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty
Ahh
I just popped out with a ten-pack of zaz'
White b*tches in the crib, titties out, Mardi Gras
Six ni**as in the truck with all sticks, that's a party bus
b*tch, stop lyin' sayin' you pregnant, I hardly fu*ked
I was off an Oxy' and a pint of Tuss' noddin' and stuff
So how the fu*k did I nut in you?
Already look like you got lice, I ain't touchin' you
Had to spill my lil' redbone, she a bugaboo
Big drum on the handgun, it go doo-doo-doo
VVS diamonds in my chain, really W
Just had to ask my mama do my uncle ooh?
Six hundred gram Cuban on, neck uncomfortable
My b*tch shoot, drive, and she got her L's, she smuggle too
b*tch think she the one, she number two
I just poured an unknown amount, this jungle juice
Whole pint in one pop, that's substance abuse
ni**a, I ain't gotta kill you, my cousin'll do it
Twelve white hoes on deck, I feel like Uncle Luke
I'm finna fly to LA and smoke a QP with Uncle Snoop
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
A lot of dogsh*t in my pocket, just a bunch of poop
Out in Colorado, I was living in a bungaloo
Young dog really can't shoot, he go above the hoop
I swear I'll beat a ni**a ass 'til my knuckles blue
Bro finally showed me how to swipe, I punched a coupe
And naw, this ain't animal abuse, I punched a goose
ni**a, I'll never hit your drank, but I'll punch your juice
Call Rio to a video shoot, he brought a huncho through
Kinda fu*ked me up, this ni**a had a blunt rolled up too