4 Piece Rio Da Yung OG, King Ca$hes, GrindHard E & GrindHard Rerock
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Alright (It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, what up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit
You know what the fuck—
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was just at Golden Sun askin' Gary 'bout this diamond link
Rose gold presi' two-tone, look white and pink
Nowadays, five or six hundred for a bite to eat
Purple face in the AP, now it's time to drink
If it ain't a Trackhawk, I won't drive the Jeep
Nigga drunk a green pint and kicked the bucket, he died cheap
Wanna see me make a hundred K? Give me five weeks
Tryna drop an EP in two hours, send me five beats
[Verse 2: King Ca$hes]
Potato on thе barrel leave a nigga cookеd like fries be
Whole script of pills, pass 'em to the hoes like Cosby
I want twenty-five, you want four, then I'll take ninety
Cincinnati dried up, new spot KY me
Niggas know who to play tough with, they fake rowdy
I just smoked eight eighths of A1, the place cloudy
I just bought two pints of Wockhardt for eight thousand
I just spent six slips on one shirt, I hate browsin'
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Alright (It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah, what up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit
You know what the fuck—
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was just at Golden Sun askin' Gary 'bout this diamond link
Rose gold presi' two-tone, look white and pink
Nowadays, five or six hundred for a bite to eat
Purple face in the AP, now it's time to drink
If it ain't a Trackhawk, I won't drive the Jeep
Nigga drunk a green pint and kicked the bucket, he died cheap
Wanna see me make a hundred K? Give me five weeks
Tryna drop an EP in two hours, send me five beats
[Verse 2: King Ca$hes]
Potato on thе barrel leave a nigga cookеd like fries be
Whole script of pills, pass 'em to the hoes like Cosby
I want twenty-five, you want four, then I'll take ninety
Cincinnati dried up, new spot KY me
Niggas know who to play tough with, they fake rowdy
I just smoked eight eighths of A1, the place cloudy
I just bought two pints of Wockhardt for eight thousand
I just spent six slips on one shirt, I hate browsin'
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