[Intro: Yung9ine Dro]
Woo, ayy
Free Rio, n***a
Ayy

[Verse 1: Yung9ine Dro]
I'm out on bond for attempted homicide, I ain't do nothin'
It's goin' on like four years, still can't prove nothin'
Nowadays, eight hundred dollars just shoe money
My n***a Piru still shed blood over blue hunnids
Why in the fuck did you cuff that rat ho when the crew fucked her?
Just sold a whole pound of shake, I'm a true hustler
My jugg paid thirty for an eighth, he a glue puffer
Got a Glock with a switch and the clip look like a cucumber
My area crazy, we ain't really fond of no newcomers
My n***as post in the paint, they don't really like to shoot jumpers
In OKC with the hammer likе I'm Thor, this the new thunder
Madе a hundred G's off the weed, swear to God, I need a new hustle
Twenty racks just in jewelry, bitch, I been the man
And I cannot fuck sober, I'm a minute man
I heard the opps in the party, I don't give a damn
You only get one chance at life, you can't live again
I'm in Jacksonville with that chopper with me like I'm Spinnabenz
Big bro a cosmetologist, he split a n***a wig
As soon as we kick a n***a door we go and grab the kids
I'm shootin' 'til the glizzy hot, I'm glad I brought my oven mitts
Bitch, I ball hard, shoot out the court high off Wockhardt
Bitch, I'm onstage with heavy metal like a rockstar
My lil' bitch don't smoke weed, she just pop bars
My fiend couldn't buy no morphines, so he copped some hard
MAC-11 with the red dot, this bitch'll stop a car
I hit that bitch with no glove on 'cause she like it raw
I'm like a bartender handin' out shots, I don't like to brawl
I like Saks Fifth bags, I don't even like to shop at malls
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
My nephew head fucked up, he ain't got it all
Guarantee, you pull up on some bullshit, then you ain't drivin' off
Out of town lookin' at real estate, I might buy a loft
I just poured a four of Tris up, now I'm noddin' off
Wock', Hi-Tech, Morton Grove, or Par, shit, I like it all
Rolled a half of 'za in the Fronto leaf 'cause I wasn't high at all
Bitch pulled up and got butt-booty-naked, she wasn't shy at all
She had the nerves to ask me do I love her, I said, "Not at all"
I spent a band on my shoes, ain't even try 'em on
Seen four or five other shoes I like, had to buy 'em all
You ain't coppin' shit, you be window-shoppin', boy, knock it off
Use your head before you do somethin' stupid, 'cause we'll knock it off
I know a fiend who did every drug, he done tried it all
He was tryna quit, he was goin' through withdrawals tryna fight it off
PLR knock his shit down, I don't fight at all
The only fight you ever seen me in was tryna fight the law