[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm high as hell
Broke my bitch weighing bows I gotta buy a scale
I ain't got no fucking bitch, it got me eyeing grams
I got a fiend to come up north, and he buying grams
I am not a ham
Got another gun on me, ‘case mine jam
Don't walk up on me, talkin' 'bout no song when I'm by myself
I'm finna gun your ass down now you a dying fan
My uncle caught a murder charge, he'll probably die in jail
Hope I make a million dollars, Imma buy the pills
I got 900 dollars, I'm tryna buy some pills
I'm finna take them outta town, shit, I might as well
I'm in the store looking around, but I ain't tryna steal
I'm tryna buy some gift cards, IPads as well
I heard your n***a caught a body, but he a rat still
I used too much baking soda, but it's crack still

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
What time you on?
My first gram I ever sold, I was 9 years old
Heard you ran off and got wacked for an ounce of coke
Fucked my bitch sister and got her pregant 'cause the condem broke
Unc' on the southside, selling all kind of dope
Caught an opp slippin at store boy I gotta blow
Rapping on stage, make this big 40 stop the show
Lil' cousin mad as hell cause he just bought four
But I hit a 2 with a 2 and he ain''t even know
Lil' bro rolled up a zip, he don't even smoke
How you have an outlet on the road, and you don't even go?
Me and Rio, hit the road in the Evo
We came back with 17,000, and 23 more
We tryna buy some cheap houses and get our flip on
Last night bro made 700 off a flip phone