[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(YZ, why the fuck you do that, man?)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit
What up, Mike?
Free the whole ghetto, nigga
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
It’s nine ounces left out the pint, you better make it here
We in the mountains, nine hours left before we make it there
Don't be talkin' ’bout no beef 'cause we can take it there
Talk a bitch out her panties 'cause I'm slicker than baby hair
It's Rio, the only time I lie is to my P.O.
Just flushed a pint, I paid a high pricе, but I want three more
You ain't got no money flowin'? What you sleep for?
Looked at my bitch likе, "I was finna spoil you, what you cheat for?"
Sneak in a nigga crib and bust his head, you know my ski low
Niggas catchin' shots not payin’ attention, that’s B-roll
A fan approached me too fast in public, pulled the heat on him
She told me leave forty on the bed, I left some skeet on it
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Fuck the pussy, let me use your head for a brief moment
Her shit whack plus I'm high as hell, I went to sleep on her
Water on my chest, I think my chain got a leak on it
Bitch think I’m trickin', I just pulled a Lil D on her
Mixin' Wocky with the Tris, I got a lung problem
And I just bought another Glock, I got a gun problem
Rio poured somethin' in my cup that cost one thousand
Fly my plane across the Atlantic Ocean, make him jump out it
Cold-hearted nigga with a pocket full of dead folks
Butterscotch Chevy, inside look like egg yolk
Knife on me, once I hit the ground, he caught a leg poke
Eight hundred dollars for the zip, you blowin’ reg' smoke
(It's a Wayne beat)
(YZ, why the fuck you do that, man?)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit
What up, Mike?
Free the whole ghetto, nigga
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
It’s nine ounces left out the pint, you better make it here
We in the mountains, nine hours left before we make it there
Don't be talkin' ’bout no beef 'cause we can take it there
Talk a bitch out her panties 'cause I'm slicker than baby hair
It's Rio, the only time I lie is to my P.O.
Just flushed a pint, I paid a high pricе, but I want three more
You ain't got no money flowin'? What you sleep for?
Looked at my bitch likе, "I was finna spoil you, what you cheat for?"
Sneak in a nigga crib and bust his head, you know my ski low
Niggas catchin' shots not payin’ attention, that’s B-roll
A fan approached me too fast in public, pulled the heat on him
She told me leave forty on the bed, I left some skeet on it
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Fuck the pussy, let me use your head for a brief moment
Her shit whack plus I'm high as hell, I went to sleep on her
Water on my chest, I think my chain got a leak on it
Bitch think I’m trickin', I just pulled a Lil D on her
Mixin' Wocky with the Tris, I got a lung problem
And I just bought another Glock, I got a gun problem
Rio poured somethin' in my cup that cost one thousand
Fly my plane across the Atlantic Ocean, make him jump out it
Cold-hearted nigga with a pocket full of dead folks
Butterscotch Chevy, inside look like egg yolk
Knife on me, once I hit the ground, he caught a leg poke
Eight hundred dollars for the zip, you blowin’ reg' smoke
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