[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
Boyz ENT, nigga, what up, Nice?
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Eight-hour drive, I'ma drive the whole way
Bitch ain't tryna stuff, I'ma make the ho stay
Tryna hand-count a hundred racks, it's gon' take a whole day
Take off a nigga whole face with an old K
I hit the— with the— it got a strong taste
I know my last bitch mad, I came a long way
Uppin' dog shit, now she saltier than Old Bay
I'm drinkin' Act', you drinkin' Morton, boy, that's the wrong taste
Ayy, Nice, let's show these niggas how the dog talk
Free P, we matched a pint and drunk it all raw
Ghetto Boyz shit, we the reason your bitch leavin' work
Boy, you a rookie, you ain't never seen no pink work
Itchin' like a bitch, I drunk a six and took three Percs
Drink some red before we pour the Act', we had to rehearse
I hit the dope before I sold it, let auntie see first
I had to stomp on that shit to make sure my feet work
In 2012, I was hustlin', bumpin' Clarity
Whoever thought that Team East would turn into family?
When I was broke, half the ones I loved barely cared for me
Now I'm eatin', all these motherfuckers filled with jealousy
That shit crazy, ain't it?
Promotin' domestic violence damn near made me famous
But I just want the money out this shit, y'all can keep the fame
Pop a nigga in his shit and let him keep his chain
Yeah
Boyz ENT, nigga, what up, Nice?
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Eight-hour drive, I'ma drive the whole way
Bitch ain't tryna stuff, I'ma make the ho stay
Tryna hand-count a hundred racks, it's gon' take a whole day
Take off a nigga whole face with an old K
I hit the— with the— it got a strong taste
I know my last bitch mad, I came a long way
Uppin' dog shit, now she saltier than Old Bay
I'm drinkin' Act', you drinkin' Morton, boy, that's the wrong taste
Ayy, Nice, let's show these niggas how the dog talk
Free P, we matched a pint and drunk it all raw
Ghetto Boyz shit, we the reason your bitch leavin' work
Boy, you a rookie, you ain't never seen no pink work
Itchin' like a bitch, I drunk a six and took three Percs
Drink some red before we pour the Act', we had to rehearse
I hit the dope before I sold it, let auntie see first
I had to stomp on that shit to make sure my feet work
In 2012, I was hustlin', bumpin' Clarity
Whoever thought that Team East would turn into family?
When I was broke, half the ones I loved barely cared for me
Now I'm eatin', all these motherfuckers filled with jealousy
That shit crazy, ain't it?
Promotin' domestic violence damn near made me famous
But I just want the money out this shit, y'all can keep the fame
Pop a nigga in his shit and let him keep his chain
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