[Intro]
(I'm so proud of you, Caasi)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
She sucked the life out the dick, then I fell in love
I broke up with my broke bitch, then I leveled up
I hit the dope hard as fuck, I see it swellin' up
A whole six of Wock', 'bout to drop it in a 7-Up

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
Bitch, I never fell off since the pandemic
Got an eight of Actavis from my aunt Ginger
Fuck a bitch until I got the gummy 'cause I ain't quittin'
I hate a friendly thot, them the ones who got the stank kitten

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Thought you sold dope, why the fuck your knot ain't wrinkled up?
That bitch pussy had a scent, I call her stinker butt
If you ain't spendin' papе' with me, then we ain't linkin' up
I cut that wholе pint, why you think I ain't been drinkin' none?

[Verse 4: BFB Da Packman]
Ten thousand for a verse without the video
Big fat n***a, catch me lovin' on a skinny ho
Give a fuck if the Percs got fent', bitch, give me four
My fiends call a n***a Ike Turner how I hit the dope
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I told Big Baby, bitch, we puttin' our city on the map
I got a charley horse, this big bitch was sittin' on my lap
The whole Flint behind me, that's why I dropped City On My Back
I'll kill a n***a, you tryna look pretty with the strap

[Verse 6: BFB Da Packman]
Out in Philly gettin' busy, I'm with Tak and Eas
My bitch poured out my pint, now I gotta grieve
Baby ass fat, but got a face that look like Momma Dee
Got a young bitch don't ask for shit but some cock and weave

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Free my motherfuckin' brothers, we some ghetto boys
I'm soft-spoken, but this Glock I got make hella noise
Broke my n***a with some trick dice, I hit eleven fours
I'm finna fuck the country up, I hope y'all ready for it

[Verse 8: BFB Da Packman]
I feel like Biggie, never thought that I'd see Diddy fall
Fucked her in the butt, when I looked down, I seen a chili dog
Your baby daddy broke, I could tell 'cause his kitchen small
If I was around Mike Vick, I would've casually took the fall (The Lunch Crew Company)
Now go make the millions
Mix the— with the— how you make a killin'
Ri havin' his way up in the pen', but he hate the building
I heard "Big Boy," now I'm tryna get a date with SZA
[Outro: BFB Da Packman]
And I can't fake my feelings
I need a big boy, yeah, baby, open that DM
Yeah