[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I could rap for two hours, this shit easy
I could just say eight bars or I could keep sayin', "Free Peezy"
Middlemanned a hundred lines with Lou, got a free peezy
In the O, doin' deals, give me forty racks for a EP-zee
You could catch me up at Hutch gettin' hella freezy
Lightskin-ass pop, what you just pour up? A Yella Beezy?
Might do a whole mixtape with Wayne called Hella Greasy
Just got a whole truckload of ice, I need seven freezers
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
All I get is cheesecake, you don't know Freeze
Sometimes I'm paying for the pussy, lil' ho fees
Four, five chains on me now, lil' trophies
Anybody try and block your blessings, that's a goalie
Twenty racks, five straps, that's on me
N***as can't afford it, I be pourin' Wock' and don't enjoy it
I could wrap it up and seal it, how you want it? Where you want it?
Give me ten for the show, make the flyer, put me on it
[Verse 3: Midwest Milly]
Louis bookbag cost me twenty blue strips
Brick of fentanyl same color as my sticks
N***a wanna pay me just to show him how to mix
Bighead Sky-Dweller kinda heavy on my wrist
Bal Harbour shoppin', 3K on Amiri 'fit
Tryna stuff fifteen thousand in all dubs but it won't fit
Like my cup a lil' darker, so I been drinkin' Tris
A hunnit thousand in all blues, look how little it can get
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Put the press on the brick, look how little it can get
Forty thousand, all blues, it really can't fit
Look like we poured a pint of Wock, but this is just a six of Tris
Ain't wore no Nike in a minute, I buy all expensive shit
Ain't drank no Wocky in a minute, we just had a red brick
I gotta a hundred on me, all dubs, that's why my pants big
You could catch me in the kitchen with a blender tryna gram sift
Alright, it's time to give the chain and watch back, that's your man's shit
[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
I went from a nine hard to a brick, that's off my list, check
Damn, found some money in my pocket, must have missed check
Put more than twenty on your arm, that's a wrist check
Bitches see a dollar behind a person and they— ahh
Bitches see a solid person and they get wet
N***as playin' games like we pussy, probably get stretched
Shhh, lotta money it ain't foldin'
Got it on me, ain't no accidentals, 'cause I'm loaded
[Verse 6: Midwest Milly]
I told AJ put the boogers in the band, but it ain't back yet
Bro run his bands up off scams, droppin' bad checks
I been sippin' purple, it's been a minute since I had Tech
I'll go on a ninety-day run in the same Nike Tech
Tryna take the brick from by the heater, but it ain't dry yet
Told her, "How you know you don't like Percs if you ain't try it yet?"
In the stu' with 200K, its Louie Lou, me, and Ri
Pull up matte-black AMG G63