[Intro]
(I love you Ryo)
Yah, n***a stop playin' with me
N***a stop playin' with me

[Verse]
Pink 50's in my face, look like I got pink eye
I'm not worried bout lil' buddy, he don't got money, he work shy
Hop out with Amiri, Glock in my pants, on god, I'm a fly guy
Brudda 'round me, got his fuckin' Drac', lil' buddy don't try
V-VVS's in the fuckin' face, these ain't no S.I
Have you ever got fuckin' shot in a drive-by?
I ain't finna give that li' hoe nothin', I'm talm' 'bout nada
Born with them legendary demons, Chupacabras
Slime with me, ride, now he snake like anaconda
Ho ain't have no drip, on god, I bought that ho some Prada
Vamps with the .30 and the switch, pop my collar
This bitch in here sucking dick so crazy, this ho a monster
This on god, we put Glocks in they face, on god we taunt them
Lil' buddy, he so scared, this on god, he think I'ma rob him
Trap goin' crazy like C.V.S., we got the percs in
I bought a ho some racks, but I ain't buyin' no ho no Birkin
B-Whoa got that stamp, on god, because I put that work in
Dick in my Glock, man that lil' ho was a virgin
Fuck that ho, with a Celine scarf, that ho a Persian
Say you wanna be a GoodFella, I'll put the word in
N***a, gotta pay them bands for them feat's, 'cause I be splurging
Yeah, I fucked your friend, but I ain't perfect (Ha-Ha)
And she ate my brother dick up like beef jerky
All my bitches on lock, they got a curfew
Drop that money, shot him in the face, I tried to hurt you
Yeah my Glock so big, got me walkin' around with them 40's
This ain't no regular 300, black-out, this bitch got posion
This on god, I'm kinda throwed off, sometimes I be hearin' voices
Yeah, I fucked her friend because she don't respect my choices
Yah flat-head on me, n***a, break in Rolls-Royce (N***a, flat)
Nine in my hand with the Louis Vuitton 20
Play them to the left, we fed them seasoning just like Goya
Give a fuck about your husband, because I'm tryin' to fuck on Zoya
I'm knockin' shit out, man, call me B-Whoa the Destroyer
N***a got them weeds, seeds I planted in the soil
Her ass so fat, I fill that bitch up like I'm pumpin' oil
You think Lil' B-Whoa ain't gon' bust this Glock Lil' bro, I'll show you
These n***as ain't got no scrap, Lil' B-Whoa put this shit in order
You know they call me Spaz, because my first gun was a .40
Huh, I popped him with the judge, and then I had to call my lawyer
Tris inside my cup, this ho start fizzin', Coca-Cola
Diamonds in my ring, this Moncler coat, It keep me warmer
N***as keep talkin' crazy, I dunk his ass like Richard Carter
If she 21, then she can pull up to the slaughter
Them dreadheads got them flats, you know I post up with them rasta's
My brother tryin' to spin, because they ass fucked up
I'm the real OSO, I'm the real don-dada
N***a wanna be big like me, on god, you gotta eat your broccoli (Bitch)
This hoe, she athletic, she grab my balls, just like it's Volley
[Outro]
(Hey, go back a little bit)