[Intro]
Helping the fight against the drug cartels in Mexico
The latest Cartel target: Mexico's military (Enrgy)
The Jalisco New Generation Cartel took the fight to the next level
Shootin' down a military helicopter— helicopter wiht a rocket-propelled grenade
Killing people, six of them, last week
Look at that, as the country...

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
Me and Rio talkin' spicy off a three-grammer
N***a mad at his bitch, he found out I rammed her
An opp just pulled up, Quavis, pass the hammer
Told the clerk press these numbers in with my grammar
Pour up a dirty-ass pop, I ain't even measure
I'll fuck the deaf out a bitch, you tryna give her pleasure
We got n***as slappin' bud and passin' testers
I'm turnin' up all year, I'm applyin' pressure
Don't get confused, I'll get a lil' violent
I'm quick to bust a n***a up, I ain't got a license
I'm out my shit when I'm mad, I don't condone fightin'
Shoot the AR in the dark, it look like it's lightning
Got a compressor on the heat, it sound a little silent
I'm on the road back-to-back, I'm lookin' for a driver
And I can't take the wheel from you, you gotta be a rider
I be off Percs in the back, I be a lil' tired
Fuck up one time on this bitch, you gettin' fired
I got motherfuckers in my inbox waitin' to get hired
Quavis bust your ass, you'll get wired
I don't cuff bitches, 'cause I don't like liars
Pourin' up back-to-back, we off good juice
Crooked-ass buffs on your face, them too loose
I ain't lookin' for a bitch, you bitches too through
Nine different colors in my pockets like some Froot Loops
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
It's Rio, motherfucker

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
What up, JE?
Pop a n***a with no mask, bitch, I'm KD
We just smoked a whole zip, it's me and A-Lee
Back-to-back 'Woods in this bitch, man, I can't see
Keep your Hi-Tech, I only buy that from my auntie
Just hit a bitch and fucked her name up, I know she hate me
Roll my own weed, I can sell the 'bows for eighteen
Strap your nuts on and hit the road, you can make cheese
But I don't do the swiping, that just ain't me
I'd rather sell dope, I can cut a brick and make three
Or buy a pound of Runtz and charge a hundred for my eighthies
My uncle made a n***a drop a K with a .380
Shoot the club up, now you can't do no show
On 12th Street givin' out free smoke, but this ain't hookah, though
I'm a rapper, but I'm janky, but you knew that, though
I'll book a session, then rob you for your studio
Then go drop somethin'
My n***a shot the Vest up, he seen an opp clubbin'
Ridin' around with two Glocks, I'm tryna drop somethin'
Fuck around and caught a fed case, but that ain't stop nothin'