Flint Boyz Rio Da Yung OG (Ft. Louie Ray & RMC Mike)
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Still grindin' shit, nigga
(Boomin need extras)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
In the hood right now with a hundred on me
Four chains on now, why you lookin' at me?
In the drop-head Benz with the—
Ahh, alright
I'm in the drop-head Benz with the Honey Badger
I'll jump out this pretty bitch and get to bustin' at you
There go the car, I'm finna throw a whole hundred at it
My bitch bad, plus I get cash, I got a hundred habits
I tried to chase him, he was runnin' like a fuckin' rabbit
I made a statement with the switch, fully automatic
I dropped eighty in his whip, caught him out in traffic
Then he almost hit a pole, I tried to make him crash it
Bitch, suck the dick or somethin', that'll make me happy
Got an old pint of Hi-Tech, it came in the plastic
Walk in my kitchen, I got six eights in the cabinet
I need some resin 'cause I got a brick play Saturday
I just walked a nigga down in a Bape jacket
And I hit all my hoes raw, bro, I hate Magnums
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
Still grindin' shit, nigga
(Boomin need extras)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
In the hood right now with a hundred on me
Four chains on now, why you lookin' at me?
In the drop-head Benz with the—
Ahh, alright
I'm in the drop-head Benz with the Honey Badger
I'll jump out this pretty bitch and get to bustin' at you
There go the car, I'm finna throw a whole hundred at it
My bitch bad, plus I get cash, I got a hundred habits
I tried to chase him, he was runnin' like a fuckin' rabbit
I made a statement with the switch, fully automatic
I dropped eighty in his whip, caught him out in traffic
Then he almost hit a pole, I tried to make him crash it
Bitch, suck the dick or somethin', that'll make me happy
Got an old pint of Hi-Tech, it came in the plastic
Walk in my kitchen, I got six eights in the cabinet
I need some resin 'cause I got a brick play Saturday
I just walked a nigga down in a Bape jacket
And I hit all my hoes raw, bro, I hate Magnums
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