[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
Ay, what you say, Jay? "Why you do that?"
Okay
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dope jumping out the pot like it got legs
I just bought Ghost a chop, he a hot head
I bought him a .223, that bitch'll stop a van
Now these niggas calling me like he popped they mans
Boom, exit wound coming out the side his head
Bro, don't call me with that dra— oh, never mind, it's red
Is it Hi-Tech or Akorn? Bro, what kind of red?
Cali fan pulled out a pint, made me sign his red
I whispered in his ear, "Where you find that at?"
Can I get one right now for like nine, ten racks?
If I pay you to fuck, is that minus the neck?
Okay, it is? Well, divide it by six
Alright, now multiply it by six
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Bitch gon' do whatеver I say like Simon Says
Shooting while thеy playing the game, now Simon's dead
Getting mouth from my pretty bitch, she got the finest head
Why you pouring up that light-ass pop? You got a line of red?
Damn, I dropped an eight of Wock'
Get to shooting at a nigga feet 'til his ankles pop
I just bought a Micro Drac' look like a baby chop
I was 11, I turned 13, because I hate the cops
My young nigga gon' keep using the gun until he break the Glock
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
Ay, what you say, Jay? "Why you do that?"
Okay
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dope jumping out the pot like it got legs
I just bought Ghost a chop, he a hot head
I bought him a .223, that bitch'll stop a van
Now these niggas calling me like he popped they mans
Boom, exit wound coming out the side his head
Bro, don't call me with that dra— oh, never mind, it's red
Is it Hi-Tech or Akorn? Bro, what kind of red?
Cali fan pulled out a pint, made me sign his red
I whispered in his ear, "Where you find that at?"
Can I get one right now for like nine, ten racks?
If I pay you to fuck, is that minus the neck?
Okay, it is? Well, divide it by six
Alright, now multiply it by six
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Bitch gon' do whatеver I say like Simon Says
Shooting while thеy playing the game, now Simon's dead
Getting mouth from my pretty bitch, she got the finest head
Why you pouring up that light-ass pop? You got a line of red?
Damn, I dropped an eight of Wock'
Get to shooting at a nigga feet 'til his ankles pop
I just bought a Micro Drac' look like a baby chop
I was 11, I turned 13, because I hate the cops
My young nigga gon' keep using the gun until he break the Glock
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