Ghetto Boy Rio Da Yung OG

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Yeah, yeah
It's Rio
Ghetto Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free P

[Chorus]
I'm a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8
Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight
Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate
I give props when they due, I don't never hate
Skip the line at the club, I don't never wait
In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don't never brake
Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

[Verse 1]
Move the bag quick as fuck, ain't got a lick of patience
Eight of Wock', eight of red in one lemonade
Drink the bitch and take a nap, call that medicatin'
Thought about it 'fore we drunk the pint, that's premeditation
Oh, the bag just touched down? Now let's celebrate
Oh, your Cash App ain't workin'? I take other payments
Move the bag on my own, don't need no inspiration
I'm finna show you how to stack it, this a demonstration
Nigga, pay attention
Bro in Cali pimpin' hoes, he be breakin' bitches
I'm finna cook a whole brick, it's gon' take a minute
I can't use a scale, it's too much weight, I be breakin' benches