[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What up, Marc Boomin?
(Boomin need extras)
Ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
Ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
In an S580, nigga, alright
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
In an S580 Maybach with no shoes
He grew up to be a bum nigga, should've stayed in school
Fuck around and blew the cover, man, I should've played it cool
If you snitch, you gettin' popped, nigga, I don't make the rules
But that's how the game go, bro, and I don't break the rules
(But that's how the game go, bro, and I don't break the rules)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I know how to rap and get pape', I ain't famous, dude
Keep the stick on me, niggas softеr than baby food
Just got a pint from an old man, he was eighty-two
My lil' nigga sprayed thе crib up and hit a baby too
Chain hittin' so hard, it look baby blue
Hit him with a 9, an FN, a K bullet, a .380 too
Yeah, I'm peepin' everything, but I play the fool
Thirty-shot Glock on me, waitin' on you to make a move
I know I probably smile a lot, but I ain't that cool
We got Hellcats, longsleeves, and Maybachs too
I bought one diamond link, but I paid for two
How you go get away and they ain't blowin' .308s at you?
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What up, Marc Boomin?
(Boomin need extras)
Ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
Ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
In an S580, nigga, alright
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got ten thou' hangin' out my pocket, all blues
In an S580 Maybach with no shoes
He grew up to be a bum nigga, should've stayed in school
Fuck around and blew the cover, man, I should've played it cool
If you snitch, you gettin' popped, nigga, I don't make the rules
But that's how the game go, bro, and I don't break the rules
(But that's how the game go, bro, and I don't break the rules)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I know how to rap and get pape', I ain't famous, dude
Keep the stick on me, niggas softеr than baby food
Just got a pint from an old man, he was eighty-two
My lil' nigga sprayed thе crib up and hit a baby too
Chain hittin' so hard, it look baby blue
Hit him with a 9, an FN, a K bullet, a .380 too
Yeah, I'm peepin' everything, but I play the fool
Thirty-shot Glock on me, waitin' on you to make a move
I know I probably smile a lot, but I ain't that cool
We got Hellcats, longsleeves, and Maybachs too
I bought one diamond link, but I paid for two
How you go get away and they ain't blowin' .308s at you?
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