[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
Ghetto Boys shit
I just bought a pint— ah
I just—
Alright
(Ayy, Gallery, what the fuck y'all got for me?)
[Verse: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just bought a pint of Wock', I'm finna drink it all
It's gon' be a hard time for a nigga that think I'm soft
Stop callin' it re-up, bro, you really just need to ball
Fuck the Gucci store, tell Somerset I'ma need the mall
Walkin' out with white sticks on, [?]
I done sold rap crack, promethazine with codeine and dog
Hit a nigga up close with the Glock, I gotta clean it off
Bitch sucked my whole dick and tried to eat my balls
I'll remodel a bitch house off these Percs, like she don't need walls
Punch a nigga in his face, I broke his jaw, he lost teeth n' all
I know that new season Gucci in if Peter called me
The way I pitched the ball, you would think Derek Jeter taught me
Take a bath of alcohol, to keep mosquitoes off me
Hit the nigga dough with alcohol, he got a clean ball
Yeah, I'ma sanitize it
Them is not VVSs, let me magnify 'em
Tried to whoop the nigga ass at his funeral, he in his casket fightin'
Stop talkin' 'bout a brick of soft, you a basket buyer
Beat a nigga ass with a suit on, I'm a fancy fighter
I got so much Scooby Doo, I know Shaggy probably
Man, I'm talkin' brown dog
Nigga told and we ain't seen his ass, he a groundhog
Paranoid, see my shadow when I let the four pound off
I got so much water on my neck, I can drown y'all
I need a brick of dog, how much a gray hound cost?
The bus ain't drop me off, I just dropped a Greyhound off
Nigga left his weed house and took an eight pound loss
Trigger happy, every time I shoot, I let a hundred rounds off
I'm close to a million, I don't even wanna be around y'all
Somebody call up, though, I need some cherry
I ain't gon' lie, if I was Lil' E, I would've killed Mary
I drink lean 'cause it taste good, it make me feel better
Nowadays, it's all Gucci, I ain't wearin' Tommy Hilfiger
I got a hundred racks now, I ain't a lil' nigga
Hit my dog but he ain't tryna make no money, I can't deal with him
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'll kill a nigga
I ain't change, she was there when I was broke, so I'm still with her
This a 4matic 650 Benz, drive up a hill in it
He thought shit was sweet 'til we caught his ass, banana peel slipped him
Actions speak louder than words, we gon' know if you a real nigga
Ayy, and you a fake dude
Gen5 Glock 19, I got a K too
I got off, mix this pound with a half a pound of K2
I don't gangbang, but I be drinkin' red and I make blue
How the fuck you gon' run a hundred K up in some fake shoes?
I got down on my knees, she sold her five hundred fake blues
If you ain't never caught a body, I hate you
Poured so much lean in this grapefruit, it look like a grape juice
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
Ghetto Boys shit
I just bought a pint— ah
I just—
Alright
(Ayy, Gallery, what the fuck y'all got for me?)
[Verse: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just bought a pint of Wock', I'm finna drink it all
It's gon' be a hard time for a nigga that think I'm soft
Stop callin' it re-up, bro, you really just need to ball
Fuck the Gucci store, tell Somerset I'ma need the mall
Walkin' out with white sticks on, [?]
I done sold rap crack, promethazine with codeine and dog
Hit a nigga up close with the Glock, I gotta clean it off
Bitch sucked my whole dick and tried to eat my balls
I'll remodel a bitch house off these Percs, like she don't need walls
Punch a nigga in his face, I broke his jaw, he lost teeth n' all
I know that new season Gucci in if Peter called me
The way I pitched the ball, you would think Derek Jeter taught me
Take a bath of alcohol, to keep mosquitoes off me
Hit the nigga dough with alcohol, he got a clean ball
Yeah, I'ma sanitize it
Them is not VVSs, let me magnify 'em
Tried to whoop the nigga ass at his funeral, he in his casket fightin'
Stop talkin' 'bout a brick of soft, you a basket buyer
Beat a nigga ass with a suit on, I'm a fancy fighter
I got so much Scooby Doo, I know Shaggy probably
Man, I'm talkin' brown dog
Nigga told and we ain't seen his ass, he a groundhog
Paranoid, see my shadow when I let the four pound off
I got so much water on my neck, I can drown y'all
I need a brick of dog, how much a gray hound cost?
The bus ain't drop me off, I just dropped a Greyhound off
Nigga left his weed house and took an eight pound loss
Trigger happy, every time I shoot, I let a hundred rounds off
I'm close to a million, I don't even wanna be around y'all
Somebody call up, though, I need some cherry
I ain't gon' lie, if I was Lil' E, I would've killed Mary
I drink lean 'cause it taste good, it make me feel better
Nowadays, it's all Gucci, I ain't wearin' Tommy Hilfiger
I got a hundred racks now, I ain't a lil' nigga
Hit my dog but he ain't tryna make no money, I can't deal with him
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'll kill a nigga
I ain't change, she was there when I was broke, so I'm still with her
This a 4matic 650 Benz, drive up a hill in it
He thought shit was sweet 'til we caught his ass, banana peel slipped him
Actions speak louder than words, we gon' know if you a real nigga
Ayy, and you a fake dude
Gen5 Glock 19, I got a K too
I got off, mix this pound with a half a pound of K2
I don't gangbang, but I be drinkin' red and I make blue
How the fuck you gon' run a hundred K up in some fake shoes?
I got down on my knees, she sold her five hundred fake blues
If you ain't never caught a body, I hate you
Poured so much lean in this grapefruit, it look like a grape juice
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