[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright
Ghetto Boys shit
I just bought a pint— ah
I just—
Alright
(Ayy, Gallery, what the fuck y'all got for me?)

[Verse: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just bought a pint of Wock', I'm finna drink it all
It's gon' be a hard time for a n***a that think I'm soft
Stop callin' it re-up, bro, you really just need to ball
Fuck the Gucci store, tell Somerset I'ma need the mall
Walkin' out with white sticks on, [?]
I done sold rap crack, promethazine with codeine and dog
Hit a n***a up close with the Glock, I gotta clean it off
Bitch sucked my whole dick and tried to eat my balls
I'll remodel a bitch house off these Percs, like she don't need walls
Punch a n***a in his face, I broke his jaw, he lost teeth n' all
I know that new season Gucci in if Peter called me
The way I pitched the ball, you would think Derek Jeter taught me
Take a bath of alcohol, to keep mosquitoes off me
Hit the n***a dough with alcohol, he got a clean ball
Yeah, I'ma sanitize it
Them is not VVSs, let me magnify 'em
Tried to whoop the n***a ass at his funeral, he in his casket fightin'
Stop talkin' 'bout a brick of soft, you a basket buyer
Beat a n***a ass with a suit on, I'm a fancy fighter
I got so much Scooby Doo, I know Shaggy probably
Man, I'm talkin' brown dog
N***a told and we ain't seen his ass, he a groundhog
Paranoid, see my shadow when I let the four pound off
I got so much water on my neck, I can drown y'all
I need a brick of dog, how much a gray hound cost?
The bus ain't drop me off, I just dropped a Greyhound off
N***a left his weed house and took an eight pound loss
Trigger happy, every time I shoot, I let a hundred rounds off
I'm close to a million, I don't even wanna be around y'all
Somebody call up, though, I need some cherry
I ain't gon' lie, if I was Lil' E, I would've killed Mary
I drink lean 'cause it taste good, it make me feel better
Nowadays, it's all Gucci, I ain't wearin' Tommy Hilfiger
I got a hundred racks now, I ain't a lil' n***a
Hit my dog but he ain't tryna make no money, I can't deal with him
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'll kill a n***a
I ain't change, she was there when I was broke, so I'm still with her
This a 4matic 650 Benz, drive up a hill in it
He thought shit was sweet 'til we caught his ass, banana peel slipped him
Actions speak louder than words, we gon' know if you a real n***a
Ayy, and you a fake dude
Gen5 Glock 19, I got a K too
I got off, mix this pound with a half a pound of K2
I don't gangbang, but I be drinkin' red and I make blue
How the fuck you gon' run a hundred K up in some fake shoes?
I got down on my knees, she sold her five hundred fake blues
If you ain't never caught a body, I hate you
Poured so much lean in this grapefruit, it look like a grape juice