[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
I'm back in the— nigga, I'm back, nigga, fuck what y'all niggas talkin' 'bout
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Okay, I'm back, I took a break, it was temporary
I made damn near ninety racks off "Legendary"
Free the ghetto, he'll be home 'round February
Bitch asked when I'ma spend some time with her, I said, "Neveruary"
Tryna make a million cash in my itinerary
Got some rap money and bought a bunch of artillery
I'm good in every state I go to, these niggas scared of me
Fuck a pitbull, bitch, I'm the dog, be aware of me
Too much lean and Percocets, got me scared to sleep
Hit a bitch raw, I think she burned me, got me scared to pee
Mask on when I start bustin', it was never me
I think I'm finna rap ninety bars, don't wanna share the beat
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Sixty-five-inch flatscreens sittin' in every room
Sorry, baby, I can't love you 'cause I married food
White bitch with some big titties look like Betty Boop
PLR got a gas tube, I'll let it poot
Glock 30 came small as hell, but mean big business
Bitch started playin' with my sack, so I hit-sticked her
Wocky in my cup, you pourin' green, it's a big difference
Skate down your block and pop an opp top while I'm kickflippin'
Ayy, what up, SDot?
I swear my white boy sold more dog than a pet shop
I was overdue, she gave me head at the rest stop
Gen4 .357, I buy the best Glocks
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
I'm back in the— nigga, I'm back, nigga, fuck what y'all niggas talkin' 'bout
Alright
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Okay, I'm back, I took a break, it was temporary
I made damn near ninety racks off "Legendary"
Free the ghetto, he'll be home 'round February
Bitch asked when I'ma spend some time with her, I said, "Neveruary"
Tryna make a million cash in my itinerary
Got some rap money and bought a bunch of artillery
I'm good in every state I go to, these niggas scared of me
Fuck a pitbull, bitch, I'm the dog, be aware of me
Too much lean and Percocets, got me scared to sleep
Hit a bitch raw, I think she burned me, got me scared to pee
Mask on when I start bustin', it was never me
I think I'm finna rap ninety bars, don't wanna share the beat
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Sixty-five-inch flatscreens sittin' in every room
Sorry, baby, I can't love you 'cause I married food
White bitch with some big titties look like Betty Boop
PLR got a gas tube, I'll let it poot
Glock 30 came small as hell, but mean big business
Bitch started playin' with my sack, so I hit-sticked her
Wocky in my cup, you pourin' green, it's a big difference
Skate down your block and pop an opp top while I'm kickflippin'
Ayy, what up, SDot?
I swear my white boy sold more dog than a pet shop
I was overdue, she gave me head at the rest stop
Gen4 .357, I buy the best Glocks
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