[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Forty-one days in the trap, tryna get it up
Glock 380 on my hip, this a 42 Dugg
I can hit forty-three shots out of fifty-one
Got the four-four mag' on me today, put the four-nickel up
Oh, we was talking 'bout bricks? They forty-six and up
Your old ass forty-seven tryna get in clubs
First 48 gon' come get you if I lift my gun
Skydweller, forty-nine racks for a forty-nine

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Made fifty sales today, my next one gon' make fifty-one
Fucked a bitch that was 5'2", she had a big-ass butt
It's like a five-point-three in this 'Wood, we don't roll skimpy blunts
Drunk fifty-four lines, we just poured nine sixes up
Gotta be fifty-five and up if you wanna join the pistol club
Fifty-six grams, that's two zips, but I only want little buds
FN Five-sеveN lay a pussy n***a down, lift his spirt up
Paid fifty-eight dollars for a pint of Morton Grove 'causе I'm really plugged

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Fifty-nine seconds that it took to get your bitch fucked
Sixty seconds really 'cause I fucked her for a minute once
Twenty racks for my 41, now it's a sixty-one
Sixty-two lines of Wockhardt, help pick it up
Standard and a fifty-round drum, sixty-three out a little gun
Sixty-four reasons my bitch left, I can't think of one
Six fives of Wock' with Ri' and E, I can't blink, hella stuck
My daddy put you on your ass, he sixty-six with a decent punch
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
In six, seven days, made a hundred in the O, I was cleanin' up
Forty-eight lines, we just bought six eighths, we gon' drink it up
Was finna do a sixty-nine with the bitch, but she had a stinky butt
Seventy racks in dubs, I'll fuck a bitch blinkage up
My grannie still sell dope and she seventy-one
Her pussy dry, seventy-two pumps wasn't enough, I need my penis sucked
Seventy-three racks for the Demon, put the Bimmers up
Unc' a GD 74, when he get shot, he don't bleed or nothing

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Seventy-five rounds in this drum, one in the head, I dropped seventy-six
They gave my uncle seventy-seven, he got caught with eleven bricks
I ain't had no pussy in like seventy-eight hours, I feel celibate
Seventy-nine hundred for a pint, if you got it, I'm sellin' it
You ain't got eighty racks or better, you irrelevant
I got eighty-one ways to make money, but I ain't telling you
Eighty-two weeks of grinding hard, it's looking federal
Granny eighty-three buyin' dope on schedule

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Eighty-four thousand cuz made off embezzlement
Eighty-five 'bows on the way, I just rescheduled it
Eighty-six in for a pint, I couldn't question it
Your bitch rode my dick eighty-seven different ways, she was flexible
I'm tryna live to see eighty-eight, I eat my vegetables
Fat n***a, after eighty-nine pumps, I'm ineligible
In ninety days, I made ninety-one, move the decimal
Fuck '92 and '93, '94, they let a blessing loose, bitch