[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Funk Or Die)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ghetto free, ayy

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
They call me Mr. F Color, I’m the best cutter
Six ropes on and a link, twenty-six pointers
Put her out right before I fuck 'cause the bitch boring
I ain't bring no money out the crib, I made that this morning
I’ll barely ever drop a deuce, I'm a six pourer
Poured a pint of Tris on the floor, I only sip Morton
I could raise my hand, drown a bitch, 'cause my wrist water
My white boy just came from up north and bought a big quarter

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Three standard clips, I dropped thirty out a SIG Sauer
Pop some shit, bet I beat the case, I got a Jewish lawyer
He want a verse, I'm showing love, I need twenty-three forty
N***as out here hittin' all the drank, it's a clean shortage
Ghetto Boy Navy, you wanna join? Call P for it
Shit talkin' drop a six of Wock', then record me
Irritated, kicked her out the bed, she put her feet on me
Ten thousand blues hangin’ out my pocket with a sleeve on me
[Verse 3: Peezy]
I ain’t been outta jail for three days and blew a hundred K
Got out of jail at seven in the morning, went and drunk an eight
Missed a business meeting with Def Jam, I woke up late
Sixty-five hundred on a 'fit I wore one day
All my n***as rich, you can’t tell who the rapper is
If the rap fail, oh well, I got a vacuum seal
I done fucked around and got rich on an accident
How the fuck I'm broke and I just counted up a half an M?

[Verse 4: Lou Gram]
What I ain't did? What bitch I ain't fuck?
If I up the pistol, you better give that shit up
These hoes ain’t wanna fuck 'til I lit my wrist up
Bust 41, had to get my bitch one
Love my n***as to the grave, I'll never switch up
When shit on the floor, I'll never bitch up
Four of Wockhardt, I ain't sippin' on four of Coke
Never put the cup down, I'ma sip 'til I'm old

[Verse 5: Philthy Rich]
Look, a hundred pair Amiri jeans, that's a hundred plus
You ain't gotta ask twice, bitch, only wore 'em once
Backwood full of Killzone, it's two grams
At least two mil' in ice, me and Lou Gram
All these Dracs in the stu' like I'm Cash Money
My n***as know they can come and get my last from me
Real Eastside n***a from my part of town
Blood ain't never in his hood, he be hardly 'round
[Verse 6: Baby Money]
A big dog, I'm a Great Dane, every day my payday
Fifty-pointer link, you can tell I had a great game
I took the long way, but I guarantee the safe way
Pour it when I walk out the pharm', that's a straight eight
I'm sorry, VS1's dancing on the Carti
Got your bitch in the mansion tip-toeing on the marble
That's like ten fuckin' thousand every time a n***a call me
And I take jokes like they threats, kill a n***a if he talking, easy money

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?
(Primo Beats on the track)