[Intro: 3zzy]
Ayy (Too Raw)
Ain't no cap ’bout these racks, huh
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: 3zzy]
I just want some racks, me and Ri' gon' trap
Feel like Nipsey Hussle, baby, we gon’ run some laps
Conversatin' with my white boy about the pack
Yeah, I can get them bitches gone, give me a week and I'll be back
Lil' bro just dropped a five of red, don't know how to act
But I could give him five bands in blues to hit your hat
Drippin' in VLONE, them n***as think they drippin' [?]
Was shinin' in the front, bitch, I was walkin’ in the back
Your bitch’d probably walk inside my closet and collapse
I'm finna drop the price and change the climate with the pack
Ayy, come here, I got a bitch that wanna hollеr in the back
Yeah, she gon’ fuck you good, but you might havе no dollars after that
But look, bitch, yeah, y'all know what time it is
We got chops with tits, and Glocks with sticks
I could've had the ho, but let Rio knock the bitch
Not cocky, I'm confident, baby, yeah
I’m rude too, I be road runnin'
Every week, new rental car with four onions
If he ain't touch ten in a week, that ain't no dope money
Beat that n***a blue and black like he stole from us
You know I fuck with Beezy B because he big doggin'
Big 3, I'm shit talkin', Creep, he be brick offin'
Your n***a follow me on Insta' to get some drip off me
Bitch, you gon' pay me for this dick, can't get a lick off me
Bitch, I feel like Mr. Krabs, can't get a cent off me
Beezy out here guidin' bitches, ho, go get that lint off him
He just got some Runtz in a glass bottle, was too frosty
Bitch, you know I'm fiendin' for Wock', no seal, I still bought it
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Man, I ain't gon' lie
My n***a puttin' on for LA, man
That n***a came down here, yeah
Alright, alright
Ghetto Boyz shit

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
N***a say he killin' me, but not today
I had to go and spray the crib up 'cause dog got away
Don't know why I just bought these two pints and I got an eight
I can show you how to make eleven hundred dollars a lot of ways
She get whatever 'cause she loyal, what you want, a helicopter, bae?
Known for cuttin' dope, I done did more hits than Dr. Dre
Shit on a n***a with my fro out, bitch, I'm Dr. J
Sent my dog to go and bust a script for me like, "What the doctor say?"
If a n***a robbed me last night, twenty people gettin' shot today
Today, I dropped an EP, a Cuban link, and I dropped an eight
Bumped into dog, he was quiet, but on the 'net, he had a lot to say
Me and 3zzy downtown with two Glocks, our pockets safe
Alright, let's get physical
Bro caught a pistol case and got life, he a habitual
She suck the dick and swallow everything, that's what that lick'll do
Fan tryna take a flick, I'm tryna call the plug, I need a pitcher too
This is not the little Benz, this the bigger coupe
Fuck around and crash the i8 tryna sip my juice
The car totaled out, but guess what? I ain't spill my juice
You could pour it in the smallest pop you got, but it's still a deuce (2Raw)
I could break my right hand, but I'm still gon' shoot
Set up a session up, give the engineer a bar, then steal the booth
Million just off rap in one year, I'ma tell the truth
The weed weighin' out, but where the drank? I gotta scale that too
'Cause you know that Karo always make the pint heavy
'Bout to drop a wide body Hellcat, I don't like Chevy
I would've shot them n***as in the car, I ain't like Melly
Next watch I buy a Richard Mille, I don't like prezis
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a, you know what
Shout out my n***a 3zzy, n***a, they came
All the way to the Murder Mitten to get this shit in, n***a
This shit on the floor
Boyz for life, free Peezy
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
I won't let you down, my baby