[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm on Stockdale, me and D from West, past Eaton
Nigga take a shot at me, he gettin' a death pass easy
Mad at myself 'cause I left dog breathin'
Oh, we talkin' chips? Nigga, I'm a big bag eater
Rest in peace my nigga Mo, that shit fucked up
Them niggas caught him down, man, they lucked up
Next nigga pull his roll out, he gettin' stuck up
An SK'll turn a Scatpack to a putt-putt
Two thousand pounds on a Mack truck
Two million dollars cash in a Macbook
Six years ago, me and bro drunk all the Act' up
Hittin' her from the back off a 'Zac, fuckin' her tracks up
I heard they found your dog bubble-wrapped up
Your mama brother sold you hit dope, hit your uncle back up
Soon as he pull up, I'm uppin' K, make him back up
Two hundrеd rounds on the state boy car, they callеd for backup
[Verse 2: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
Six guns on me, I ain't gotta call for backup
A nigga whipped the mag out in my face and got his strap took
Fuck a Macbook, I got a fat book
I was tryna stroke her from the side, my leg cramped up
Did that one dance too many times, fucked my back up
I know Mike off Percocets, he smoked my Black up
Hey, no, I didn't, nigga, I smoke Newports
I swear to God I say that bitch word better than Too Short
Bitch, oh, let's get back to the schedule
Feelin' like Gotti, my whole crew is recession-proof
I think the bitch lied to my face, I gotta test the proof
I'm tryna fuck Keisha, Amanda, and Alexis too
Rio tryna fuck Chink, Gabby, and Pleasure too
I learned how to shoot a gun before I learned the letter two
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm on Stockdale, me and D from West, past Eaton
Nigga take a shot at me, he gettin' a death pass easy
Mad at myself 'cause I left dog breathin'
Oh, we talkin' chips? Nigga, I'm a big bag eater
Rest in peace my nigga Mo, that shit fucked up
Them niggas caught him down, man, they lucked up
Next nigga pull his roll out, he gettin' stuck up
An SK'll turn a Scatpack to a putt-putt
Two thousand pounds on a Mack truck
Two million dollars cash in a Macbook
Six years ago, me and bro drunk all the Act' up
Hittin' her from the back off a 'Zac, fuckin' her tracks up
I heard they found your dog bubble-wrapped up
Your mama brother sold you hit dope, hit your uncle back up
Soon as he pull up, I'm uppin' K, make him back up
Two hundrеd rounds on the state boy car, they callеd for backup
[Verse 2: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
Six guns on me, I ain't gotta call for backup
A nigga whipped the mag out in my face and got his strap took
Fuck a Macbook, I got a fat book
I was tryna stroke her from the side, my leg cramped up
Did that one dance too many times, fucked my back up
I know Mike off Percocets, he smoked my Black up
Hey, no, I didn't, nigga, I smoke Newports
I swear to God I say that bitch word better than Too Short
Bitch, oh, let's get back to the schedule
Feelin' like Gotti, my whole crew is recession-proof
I think the bitch lied to my face, I gotta test the proof
I'm tryna fuck Keisha, Amanda, and Alexis too
Rio tryna fuck Chink, Gabby, and Pleasure too
I learned how to shoot a gun before I learned the letter two
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