[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright
Alright
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I might fuck around and put a bird on your head
40 shells hot, I'll put a perm on your head
Up close with K'll probably take a third out his head
Hittin' her off a Perc', I done struck a nerve in my leg
I keep askin' Nutty where the fuck is Daisy Lane at?
Hit dope, I dropped a zip and damn near eighty came back
I don't use too much effort, kinda lazy when I rap
One day I sprayed a n***a car with the baby in the back
It's hard to duck these, boy, I got like eighty in the strap
Sittin' in front the dope house, strap just layin' in my lap
I'm a dog, bitch, but you won't see me chasin' after cats
Fentanyl, bitch, I probably get like eighty off a pack

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
It's addin' up 'cause I ain't lazy when I stack
Since we in it, we might as well go crazy with the bag
Ri' ain't count it, but he say it's like eighty in a bag
We'll do a n***a shady after any aftermath
I just got my dope sack back from fresh up out her ass
Damn, you eighteen for real? Bitch, you fresh up outta class
If I don't call, that's just confirmation that the pussy whack
Most hoes' shit be pink, how this bitch pussy black?
Second after shots be too late, shit be crazy
How the fuck you gon' tell me I shorted you and I just weighed it?
I knew Ri' was gon' let me off in this bitch, I was waitin'
Bro, we damn near the hardest out for real, n***as wasted
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twenty racks in all blues, I can fold it up
Fifty cal big as fuck, bro, help me hold it up
When I started off, my verses was a band, now I'm goin' up
Bro ain't ate, he on his second thirty, got him throwin' up
Don't talk my ear off 'bout your bag, n***a, show me somethin'
Got it on my own, a n***a lyin' if he said Rio owe him somethin'
Used to brag, come across a lick for ten racks, now I could blow a hundred
It ain't gotta be yours just 'cause you show the money
What the fuck you in the strip club for? N***a, throw the money
Before I ever made a cent off rap, I had promoter money
I could tell the dog raw by the odor on it
Ten racks for this new rifle, the bitch so big, it got a motor on it

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
I'm hittin' the ho I'm tryna hit, I ain't at all the Cheddar Bob
I know this bitch ratchet for real, she came through in just a bob
I make five racks a day off rap and treat it like a job
Tell promoters they gon' have to roll out carpet for the mob
N***as think we don't know shit about the D, I'm on the Lodge
I'm with R, I'm at Joes, we with Nuk 'nem on the 5
See, my daddy a killer, couldn't be pussy if I tried
If you told and it's on paper, boy, you lucky you alive
Call D Money for zaz', I buy Percs from Barry there
I say, "Mike, you got your strap?" He say, "I'm legally prepared"
Brodie got some bricks stashed, but ain't surrendering a square
Probably with a bitch or two if I'm delivering a square
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I hope we get into a scuffle, got my knife on me
I understand you trickin', I ain't trippin', what's the price on it?
A n***a ain't gon' take shit, I put my life on it
Her ass flat as fuck, I can roll a pair of dice on it
I was blind to the fact you was a rat, I need some bifocals
They ain't let me in the door, that bitch got pried open
Louie say he finna drop that Audi truck, he got his eyes on it
I'm up now, I bet you never catch Da Yung OG without a dime on him