Talking Shit RLSG BSmith & Rio Da Yung OG

[Intro: RLSG BSmith]
I'm ready, you recordin'?
(Muddy, what the—)

[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
I know one thing for sure, I'ma get some money
And I'll bust a nigga head, he try to take it from me
We be poppin' seals of Wockhardt, we don't drink no bubbly
That nigga been broke for six years, he don't want no money
Even when I doggy dress, I'm fresh, I can't be bummy
If the police ask, you ain't get no drugs, you got a CD from me
You can get extra for that drug, let me show you somethin'
I swear to God when I do this shit, you better not say nothin'
They like, "Where the Percs at?" I'm like, "Who askin'?"
I'm like, "I want thirty for a 10," they like, "You taxin'"
When you live how I like livin', then you gotta tax
Ri, RLSG KD, my brother taught me that
My niggas ball ball
Remove the first B off of "ball," my niggas all ball
You need a cheatin' referee, you gon' need all call
And all my niggas put up shots, my niggas ballhogs, yeah
Roll around town lookin' good, blowin' on a 'Wood
Every little thing I do for Merrill, I really love my hood
I just got a brand-new AR, I wish a nigga would
.223, green-tip bullets, the cops allergic to 'em