Can’t Believe It Rawood (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
FN in my pocket, I'll let it loose
Nigga, diamond got a yellow tint, it look like lemon juice
Forty-two hundred dollars on this Canada Goose
You want three hundred for a line? Just let me grab a deuce
Just know when you come and buy a verse, I'm taxin'
I be with cold-hearted killers who'll murk a pastor
This pop I poured with the Wu-Tang gang, Ol' Dirty Bastard
How the fuck didn't this nigga OD? He took thirteen Xannys

[Verse 2: Rawood]
Eight hundred on the Louis scarf, lookin' like I got manners
Fuckin' on your bitch's throat, it was only average
Snot comin' out her nose, nasty bitch was gaggin'
I was out here gettin' pape' while you lolligaggin'
How the fuck Rio drank so many linеs? He ain't got a bladder?
I could whip out twenty stacks, spеnd it, it don't matter
Hundred blues from the bank bustin' out the wrapper
I am just a youngin gettin' money, I am not a rapper

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
B22 Diors on
You could catch me in the trap with a sword on me
383 Stroker in the car, but it's boarded over
Left the doors open, poured an eight, it got my pores open
I was ridin' 'round lookin' for the opps so I could score on 'em
Can't believe my kidney still work, you know how much I poured on it?
Chrome Hearts shirt worth a thousand, I spilled Morton on it
Can't believe this nigga brought a ten scale to put a quarter on it