[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Funk Or Die)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ghetto free, ayy
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
They call me Mr. F Color, I’m the best cutter
Six ropes on and a link, twenty-six pointers
Put her out right before I fuck 'cause the bitch boring
I ain't bring no money out the crib, I made that this morning
I’ll barely ever drop a deuce, I'm a six pourer
Poured a pint of Tris on the floor, I only sip Morton
I could raise my hand, drown a bitch, 'cause my wrist water
My white boy just came from up north and bought a big quarter
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Three standard clips, I dropped thirty out a SIG Sauer
Pop some shit, bet I beat the case, I got a Jewish lawyer
He want a verse, I'm showing love, I need twenty-three forty
Niggas out here hittin' all the drank, it's a clean shortage
Ghetto Boy Navy, you wanna join? Call P for it
Shit talkin' drop a six of Wock', then record me
Irritated, kicked her out the bed, she put her feet on me
Ten thousand blues hangin’ out my pocket with a sleeve on me
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Funk Or Die)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ghetto free, ayy
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
They call me Mr. F Color, I’m the best cutter
Six ropes on and a link, twenty-six pointers
Put her out right before I fuck 'cause the bitch boring
I ain't bring no money out the crib, I made that this morning
I’ll barely ever drop a deuce, I'm a six pourer
Poured a pint of Tris on the floor, I only sip Morton
I could raise my hand, drown a bitch, 'cause my wrist water
My white boy just came from up north and bought a big quarter
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Three standard clips, I dropped thirty out a SIG Sauer
Pop some shit, bet I beat the case, I got a Jewish lawyer
He want a verse, I'm showing love, I need twenty-three forty
Niggas out here hittin' all the drank, it's a clean shortage
Ghetto Boy Navy, you wanna join? Call P for it
Shit talkin' drop a six of Wock', then record me
Irritated, kicked her out the bed, she put her feet on me
Ten thousand blues hangin’ out my pocket with a sleeve on me
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