[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah (Ooh, Sav killed it)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
You know what the fuck goin' on, Ghetto Boyz shit
Watch this, ayy
Sellin' pills, I had a better— alright, I ain't gon' do it like that
I'ma just wait 'til the beat drop, let y'all hear this shit, nigga
Yeah, this shit crazy
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Sellin' pills, I had a better run than Forrest Gump
Fuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna pull up in a foreign truck
Unc' ain't never profit off the bag, he be snortin' it up
In the stu' kickin' shit with bro, pourin' Morton up
I got two pints and an eight, let's pour a forty up
He sayin' the same shit I told you, I switched the story up
Fifty racks cash for the big face 41
I just sold six packs of zaz' for fourteen hundred
Spent thirty days in the spot with a 40 on me
Mike done fucked evеry bitch in Flint, that's my horny brother
I'm chillin', tryna shake the bag off, I'm a born hustlеr
Glock hold twenty-two, but the caliber Jordan number
I go to Gary for my ice, it hit better
I need a Ninja blender for the dog, it sift it better
I don't even wanna tell niggas what I did on tether
That four-five Glock stay with me like we live together
Ray said you niggas finished
Peezy said if I want it, gotta go and get it
The dog food I got trash, but the work terrific
Nine songs a night for thirty days straight, I be workin' different
Yeah (Ooh, Sav killed it)
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
You know what the fuck goin' on, Ghetto Boyz shit
Watch this, ayy
Sellin' pills, I had a better— alright, I ain't gon' do it like that
I'ma just wait 'til the beat drop, let y'all hear this shit, nigga
Yeah, this shit crazy
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Sellin' pills, I had a better run than Forrest Gump
Fuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna pull up in a foreign truck
Unc' ain't never profit off the bag, he be snortin' it up
In the stu' kickin' shit with bro, pourin' Morton up
I got two pints and an eight, let's pour a forty up
He sayin' the same shit I told you, I switched the story up
Fifty racks cash for the big face 41
I just sold six packs of zaz' for fourteen hundred
Spent thirty days in the spot with a 40 on me
Mike done fucked evеry bitch in Flint, that's my horny brother
I'm chillin', tryna shake the bag off, I'm a born hustlеr
Glock hold twenty-two, but the caliber Jordan number
I go to Gary for my ice, it hit better
I need a Ninja blender for the dog, it sift it better
I don't even wanna tell niggas what I did on tether
That four-five Glock stay with me like we live together
Ray said you niggas finished
Peezy said if I want it, gotta go and get it
The dog food I got trash, but the work terrific
Nine songs a night for thirty days straight, I be workin' different
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