[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(YZ, why the fuck you do that, man?)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit
What up, Mike?
Free the whole ghetto, n***a
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
It’s nine ounces left out the pint, you better make it here
We in the mountains, nine hours left before we make it there
Don't be talkin' ’bout no beef 'cause we can take it there
Talk a bitch out her panties 'cause I'm slicker than baby hair
It's Rio, the only time I lie is to my P.O.
Just flushed a pint, I paid a high pricе, but I want three more
You ain't got no money flowin'? What you sleep for?
Looked at my bitch likе, "I was finna spoil you, what you cheat for?"
Sneak in a n***a crib and bust his head, you know my ski low
N***as catchin' shots not payin’ attention, that’s B-roll
A fan approached me too fast in public, pulled the heat on him
She told me leave forty on the bed, I left some skeet on it

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Fuck the pussy, let me use your head for a brief moment
Her shit whack plus I'm high as hell, I went to sleep on her
Water on my chest, I think my chain got a leak on it
Bitch think I’m trickin', I just pulled a Lil D on her
Mixin' Wocky with the Tris, I got a lung problem
And I just bought another Glock, I got a gun problem
Rio poured somethin' in my cup that cost one thousand
Fly my plane across the Atlantic Ocean, make him jump out it
Cold-hearted n***a with a pocket full of dead folks
Butterscotch Chevy, inside look like egg yolk
Knife on me, once I hit the ground, he caught a leg poke
Eight hundred dollars for the zip, you blowin’ reg' smoke
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Small K with the circle on it, that's a KO
I'll be back in a minute, gotta shoot this play on Bray Road
That's bathtub lean you drinkin', not Wock' with Karo
I ain't make it to foster care, I got a doctor that's a day old
If a n***a touch Mike, it's gon' be a problem
He tried to short me, gave me forty-seven, give me my three dollars
Yesterday, I spent enough on drank to buy three Impalas
Shot him once and hit him from a distance with the heat, Andre Iguodala
We ain't drinkin' plain promethazine, it's codeine in it
First time I got my socks blew off, a dope fiend did it
The opps takin' loss after loss, my whole team winnin'
This not a rental, this mine, I can smoke weed in it

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
In a 2020 Chally, got a dope fiend with me
Why the fuck you pourin' up that pop with no lean in it?
Bitch told my mom I beat her ass, she like, "No, he didn't"
"And this n***a shot at my car," she like, "Oh, he trippin'"
I don't drink lean for the taste, it's my medication
Cut a n***a head off his body, Final Destination
When it come to whippin' up some dope, I'm on level eighty
I ain't got time to fuck today, bitch, my schedule crazy
Thirty on my hip, your baby daddy is a cokehead
Let me call Rio, I done ran into some more red
Caught a body, then fled the scene on a moped
I'm in the club clutchin' on my heat while I slow-dance
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
I was sittin' back gettin' some old head from a blowhead
Ten racks in each pocket got me walkin' 'round bowlegged
My teacher asked me what I wanted to be, I said the dope man
Right now, I'm OT with that white girl, Lindsay Lohan

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
You might see my ex-bitch holdin' hands with her old man
That's me, yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
(YZ, why the fuck you do that, man?)