[Intro]
(Primo, turn this shit up)
(Primo Beats on the track)

[Verse 1: Baby Ghost]
Still'll come through your shit with a hundred
That shit funny, he got shot in his head, he shouldn't've been runnin'
I think I see somethin', uh, feel like I'm bleedin' or somethin'
I'm probably tweakin', though
He got shot in his head, he bleedin' on the floor
Bitch, stop callin' my phone, I don't cheat no more
He just learned how to breathe again like a year ago
I been thinkin' 'bout some bricks, n***a, fuck some 'bows
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I got a bunch of those

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
White flower set AP with a touch of rose
Yoga class off a Perc', bitch, touch your toes
Hit him with the K, he paralyzed, he can't touch his nose
Corner suite at MGM with a bunch of hoes
Bustin' four K's at once, left a hundred holes
I'm known for workin' bitches out 'til they stomach gone
Just caught an and-one, brodie, meet me at the honeycomb
I got a hundred on me
SKS with the knife and the shell-catcher
A body dropped in Gundry Hood, I thought Jamil did it
Four chains, two watches on, I ain't a lil' n***a
I seen a n***a buy a gun for eighteen hundred to get killed with it
Check my page out, add me up, yeah, I'm still rich
Three thirties, I feel like EST Gee, I don't feel shit
Baby, come and do this time with me, you a real bitch
Gen5 Glock 19 with a switch, get killed real quick
Three Rollies on my arm bust, that's why I still rap
Crazy part about it, I ain't signed a deal yet
Okay I got a pint of Wock' and ten Blacks, where the pills at?
I wish you would pull a four out, where a seal at?
Just drunk a two-liter to the head, got me feelin' fat
Damn, I miss the Act', I'll probably never get that feeling back
He swung on me, I threw a skillet at him, got his ceiling cracked
Had a hundred G's on me at the weed house, tryna steal a pack