[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Hm, bitch, listen here
You gotta slide to the back, my pistol's sittin' here
She got mad, I told that bitch, "It's 2020", so my vision clear
'Cause if it wasn't for that n***a, I wouldn't be sittin' here
I'm done talkin' shit from now on, I'm anglin'
When you see me out, I'm makin' money, I ain't danglin'
In other words, I lock the door up with the curt angle
Now it's knots in my pockets, you wanna untangle 'em?
I was only 17 when I got my first pistol
That's when I started catching bodies like Donovan Mitchell
I grab the body and put you where nobody could get you
And won't nobody from your fam' but your momma gon' miss you
But if you do gotta problem, send my patnas to kill 'em
'Cause I don't even want the smoke, I'm a positive n***a
Look, I ain't never been the type to send shots at a n***a
But I'm steel like a pan of grease, I'll pop at you, n***a
Hm, yeah, bitch, I been a GOAT
You n***as been cappin', but I'm the captain, let me whip the boat
I'm tryna put a thousand of them bitches on the road and make sure them hoes don't come back until them bitches gone

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Sorry, bae, I got a bitch at home
Catch a n***a slippin, gon' and put the pistol on 'em
Got my young n***as hitting stores, while I'm flipping 'bows
Flip a brick in 60 seconds off this flip, it's a minute phone
Me and my old bitch can't never get along
34 racks in my right pocket, got a chicken on me
Bitches tryna hit the road, told her sit at home
In the strip club slapping hoes, pouring liquor on 'em
Ayy, okay, let me breathe
Fucked her good, the bitch kidnapped me, she wouldn't let me leave
Ho think she getting a nickel out me, bitch, let's be G
Only thing you leaving this house with some messed up weave
Bitch, I'm compressing these
Turned the hemp brick to two bricks, then stretch the G's
That's what you call a double hit
Choked the fuck out this lil bitch, she said my government
To be honest, this is not my car, it's my cousin's shit
But if I wanna take this bitch, then my cousin hit
The Hellcat the same color as the Doublemint
N***a shooting 22's at me, they don't puncture shit
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Hm, ayy, Ri, can you press record?
I don't fuck with little girls, I only sell the boy
Before I go back broke, I'll sell this porch
And I don't like the purple or the green, this red we pour

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Unk got caught with two bricks, he went fed, of course
Last n***a shot at me, he dead, of course
I plead the fifth your honor, what I said in court
N***a actin' tough with me, must've been shot in the head before

[Verse 5: 3200 Tre]
Bitch, I'm in here with the Yung OG, do it sound like it?
Only did this 'cause y'all said I sound like him
I been talkin' shit since a jit, ain't no sound bitin'
Every punch I spit gon' hit, call me Mike Typin'

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Pop a n***a on DuPont, he dead on Myrtle
Hunnid' in the 'K, I drop more shells than turtles
You can catch me in the old school, takin' meds with Curtis
The color of the pop is magneto, we mix red with purple, n***a

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boy shit