[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a, what up, 3zzy?
You know what the fuck goin' on
From LA to the D, n***a
We gon' really get this shit in
Yeah, my— yeah, we droppin' shit too, n***a
We gettin' money too, though, alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
On 6 Mile, finna bust a quarter brick down
Ridin' through the hood with three guns and twenty-six thousand
Bitch said some dumb shit out her mouth, slapped the spit out it
Middlemanned a nine piece of soft and took a zip out it
Twenty-two hundred for my pants, I got a drip problem
I been totin' guns since I was twelve, I got a hip problem
They like, "Rio, what you make off features?" Probably six dollars
And DistroKid sent three hundred racks, I made an M probably

[Verse 2: 3zzy]
I'm like Rio, all bad hoеs to the front, weak hoes to thе back
Petty, ain't no cap, step on these, I'ma overreact
Mask off, hawk a n***a down, let him know that it's that
I'm really him, I ain't that type of n***a you smoke in a pack
That big bitch'll put you in the ground where gophers is at
Current load, I sent it to your bitch, n***as know where we at
Ain't no lack, they like 3zzy3 really known for the strap
Don't blow a bag, you bitch n***as is only just known for the cap
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was probably chillin' in your bitch living room smokin' Blacks
Ayy, bro, that pint hit, that's why it's sealed, don't open that
I got a whole baby on me right now, where a stroller at?
Oh, they shootin' up cribs? We can play that game, where the controller at?
Touch down, tryna book my own shows, where the promoters at?
Ashy hands from the bands, I'm bringin' not wearin' lotion back
Dumb n***a wasn't tryna use his head, now it's a hole in that
I pray to God them bitches don't pop the trunk, two hundred 'bows in that

[Verse 4: 3zzy]
Why you trippin' off a bitch, young stunna?
I'm allergic, I'd rather just trip off of nothin', ayy
Like Ricky, get your back hit just for runnin'
'Cause the hollows in this bitch'll leave you cut like a pumpkin (Ayy)
Fredo rollin' up a dutch that he stuffin'
Told that bitch to come through and hit her too before buckin'
But I ain't even hit that bitch, 'cause she ain't nothin'
Since I ain't hit, I had to pass that lil' bitch to my lil' cousin, ayy

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shit, 3zzy, you could pass the bitch to me
I know my name big and all, but you could pass the stick to me
Bought a whole key and bust it down, half brick in a T
N***a say he sell bricks, I'ma have to not believe
[Verse 6: 3zzy]
Ayy, I'm fly as fuck, look like an astronaut to me
We catch his mama, up that thing, bitch, they gon' have to squash the beef
It's out the mud, you know what's up, and we ain't never squashin' beef
If it ain't TBs or GGs, hell nah, that boy can't eat

[Outro: 3zzy]
Hell nah, n***a
N***a can't eat with us, n***a
If it's up, then it's stuck, n***a
All I gotta do is duck, HB gon' knock half of ya
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Fredo, it's pape' in here
Rio, it's pape' in here