[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
What the fuck?
Wow, it's no way, wow
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Shit!
I'm just a lil' Flint n***a, n***a, got 'em like, alright
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
Wow, I got all the hoes sayin' that
How do you make two hundred grand fast?
Now, bitch, get here before I beat yo' ass
Baow, I'll sleep yo' ass
Wow, wow
Hit him in his head, he ain't even get to say "Ouch"
Set a n***a down without a couch
What the fuck they got goin' on?
Them Flint n***as goin' crazy on every song
Three hundred features in and I'm still goin'
Four pints in and I'm still pourin'
That's in one night
N***a, bring ten O's and bring one Sprite
Petty-ass sippers, I don't drink light
Before you throw a shot at me, you better think twicе
Switch on a Glock that could've gone beforе I blinked twice
Oh, your daddy was a plug? That must be nice
On the eastside, buyin' Perc' 30s from Denize
How the fuck you shootin' pills out of town and you ain't been to the V twice?
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Nothin' that I sell ain't at a cheap price
I'll fuck all of your hoes, you better be nice
On some dumb shit, I got—
On some dumb shit, I got caught with my heat twice
My n***a got a pint of Wock', he sellin' his, but I'ma keep mine
When I got shot, I told my mama, "I'ma be fine"
This-This-This weed that I got from A1 hittin' harder than a n***a on the D-line
Life movin' fast forward, wish that I could rewind
Went to Hutch, about to drop a Rollie just to freeze time
All my clientele got my number up on speed dial
I might take my n***a fiend, but that'd be foul
Ten bitches, it just me and Ri', that'll be wild
Put a sign on the door that say keep out
Damn, we got a lot of shit to do, fuck, we out

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shit, we got the backend, we could be out
Twelve years old, I was fuckin' in a treehouse
Ain't no lean hit the floor, but we just poured a lil' three out
Don't make me go into my duffle bag and pull a E out
Walkin' on a cashmere rug with my feet out
Hit a n***a in his artery and watch him bleed out
I was blind when I was broke, had no vision, I can see now
The drank had my appetite fucked up, I can eat now
I think I'm finally done with the drank, it been a week now
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Had to explain every time I talked to her, she was senile
Old lady used to sell the Vics to me for three dollars
I get everything for the low, I'ma be honest
Four pockets full, Lil Baby, I got deep pockets
They try to shit-talk like us, I call it re-rockin'
'Cause we got straight drop if you think 'bout it
Fiend wanted a dime, but the bitch only had three dollars
What the fuck I'ma do with that?
Chilled with her twice, now this bitch gettin' too attached
Leave a n***a shit on the pavement, this a dookie-strap
Rest in peace my n***a, I wish I could bring Buddah back
Ain't got my strap, I just seen the opps, where the fuck Scooter at?
Like, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
I got bitches breakin' they necks when they see my chain
Yeah, they like, "Who is that?"
Just got a twenty-ounce Sprite, I put a two in that
I'ma smoke a n***a if they shoot at me, fuck shootin' back

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Them pussy n***as tried to shit on me, now I'm pootin' back
The mic too close to the interface, bro, scoot it back
Tryna get this one lil' n***a dropped, E, where duder at?