[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n***as hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n***a walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n***a bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't no snitching round here, we gon die loyal
Got the pussy out your bitch, cause I lied to her
With that shit you can slide, you can ride to it
My lil n***a caught a body, damn near cried doing it
Imma wake up, get some money, n***a, chase a check
You wanna leave, gon and leave, I ain't chasing shit
N***a make a sale on my block, we gon take his shit
Put my gun down, we can scrap, I'll break your neck
N***a want smoke, what it is? Cause we could take it there
Gotta have a strap on the north, cause they ain't playing fare
I hid the boles in my grannie crib, when I was staying there
I fell off, my n***a Mark had me, that's my baby, yeah

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Hell yeah, we gon get this chicken, we gon make it, yeah
Imma tell you how it is, ain't no faking it
N***a, if the feds come and get me, I ain't saying shit
Free my n***a Driveway Baby, bitch
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n***as hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n***a walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n***a bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Up the pistol on a n***a, make him shit bricks
Hit him in his head, to scratch his name off my hit list
[?] put some on the floor, I need a big bitch
I can put a draco on my waist, I got big hips
Sold a thousand grams, shout out [?] street
Used to live on [?], now I'm tryna buy the whole street
Got purple, but the green [?] like we on [?] street
I know you ain't really out here swiping, bruh, your clothes cheep
I tried to pack a brick [?] took a whole week
Bitch, I'm tryna bust you down, ho, don't bro me
Boss n***a, give a bitch a thousand, just to roll weed
OK, I'm done pouring lean today, I'm finna go to sleep
Woke up, and poured another eight, I think I'm a junky
Bitch, you send your n***a to the store, [?] whole flunky
I could pay twenty four, if the smoke musty
Check my Cash App, it's looking like a whole phone number
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n***as hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n***a walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n***a bang B's, he gon die for it