Brother Flow Rio Da Yung OG (Ft. Louie Ray)

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin? Yeah, we back again, nigga
Y'all know we finna walk, we don't have to tell you
Ghetto Boyz shit, still grindin', nigga
Yeah, y'all niggas can't fuck with us, nigga
We the ones, nigga
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Off-White shirt costs six hundred, I got ten of 'em
And I bought 'em at one time, I got big money
I can drop twenty shots and don't miss nothin'
You just dropped a whole hundred shots and you ain't hit nothin'
Oh, you really gettin' money? Lay a brick on me
You ain't got the whole brick? Lay a zip on me
I knew you wasn't my dog, I can't get nothin'
Oh, your sister work at Walgreens? Bust a script for me
How you really gettin' money and your bitch bummy?
How you got a bad bitch and your kids ugly?
Whole six in a little Squirt, man, this bitch muddy
I drink my whole cup fast, I don't sip nothin'

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Me and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequеnce
Gotta pour a pop, it's a consequencе
Me and Rio gotta pour a pop, it's a consequence
Gotta take light sips, it's smoothie thick
I be tryna clean 'em with the counter 'cause blues'll stick
I gotta move like this, I'm too smooth to trip
Shootin' at the end of Stockdale, on the news and shit
Too many rubber bands on me, I bruised my wrist
I can't play, I got too much to lose or risk (Swear to God)
She only temporary, I be movin'
I know I'm gettin' money, but ain't really tryna prove it
You always talkin' what you did, bro, I does it