Rio Da Yung OG
P Free
[Intro: Nice]
(This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?)
(Primo Beats on the track)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Nice]
Earrings a quarter key, Amiri jeans, order three
Was my big homie, times change, he wanna be like me
I'm feelin' like I'm the livest n***a in 313
Dog shit stickin' out my pockets, why I need ID
I'm that, n***as hoes far as I can see
'Bout to start takin' n***as' hoes, fuck it, come with me
Just paid a thousand dollars, box Supreme tee
Your people only payin' thirty, now you need me
Daddy was a boss, granddaddy boss, son gon' be a boss
Ain't no fight-fight, son knock him off
I don't fuckin' talk, any altercation, pop the trunk
You n***as couldn't walk a mile in these SB Dunks
He done blew his lil' paper, so I guess he need Trump
Don't call me for the tеns if you only grabbin' one (That's it)
P free, live in the flеsh, watch 3D
Pull up in the hood, grab a ninety-pack from G.T.

[Verse 2: Peezy]
First day out of jail, I blew ninety racks easy
Second day, I made it right back, bitch, I'm Peezy
Kids pointin' when they see me, bitches sayin' shit like, "There he go"
Right back in a groove, I'm on they ass and you already know
We got work for cheap, you need somethin', shit, just let me know
I ain't had this pint for twenty minutes, it's already gone
Granny hate I hustle, used to have my fiends come to the store
Ran into them n***as, they wasn't on what they say they on
Pull up, come and talk to me in person, I don't talk on no phone
Jeans by Mike Amiri, shirt by Louis, I don't rock VLONE
Told my bitch to wait for me at home, I ain't gon' be long
I can't do no feature with no n***a who ain't sold no dope
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shit, I'm tryna own a boat
And I don't want no crackers 'round me if they don't smoke dope
She just sucked the whole dick for two hours, I think her throat broke
Four-five blow him down like a 'Wood, I wanna smoke smoke
N***a, I give the whole hood hope, bro
And they know I'm cooler than a bitch, I ain't no ho, though
Muddy-ass pop, twenty ounce, that ain't a four, though
N***a just got killed around the corner and I'm chillin' at the store, though
Santa Claus, it's two n***as with you, ho, ho, ho
All y'all n***as pussy, n***a
First time bro slid for a body, he took me with him
Your baby mama pulled up on me in your car and fucked me in it

[Verse 4: Team Eastside Lil P]
Glock on, Wock' on me, pop on me, and box on me
Opp drop on me, active, I got wop on me
I ain't into Wall Street, but I got stock on me
My n***a did a lot of murders, he got tear drops on him
I was on the 'Hound with a thousand Oxycontin
I was in the field for the pop, it's not for cotton
If I hit your bitch once, my n***a, ain't no stoppin'
They can hit the lights, I'm in the 'Cat, I ain't stoppin', bitch

[Outro]
(This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?)
(Primo Beats on the track)