[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch!

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Yo' bitch left you and fucked me 'cause my pay bigger
I'm close to six, but I'm tryna run up, like eight figures
'79 old school chevy, with the wraith engine
Pop gon' mix that shit up his-self, he hate blenders
Woke up with three more thousand dollars in my cash app
Some cents came quicker then I thought, it was fast track
How they re-ramp the brick like four times, using glass reps
Dropped a hunnid shots in his car, he need air-flex
Damn, I'm drunker than a bitch, I need standbacks
Dawg ain't got no gun to shoot at n***as, where yo' mans at?
I already fucked a big sister, where yo' friends at?
Use gloves when I pack the work, this shit like anthrax
Ha, that mean it's straight dry
Ironically I dropped twelve n***as with eight shots
Feature price goin' up to a ten when this tape drop
I hate n***as that try to cuff hoes, bunch of fake cops

[Interlude]
Get over here!

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Do you smell that?
Ball of berry, mixed with eighty-one and ASL packs
KD just sold me cut lean, I'm finna sell it back
Pussy ass n***a, them n***as told on you, you finna tattle back?
I was finna put the pressure on 'em, but I fell back
I'm cruisin' with a five-seven on me, off a twelve ack
Me and Mike was never pourin' light, we drunk a hellcat
I lost my bitch and my clientele, I want the scale back
Hold on, who the fuck is this?
I just drunk a tenth of wok, huh, I don't fuck with trits
This drank, I got clean and I know 'cause I bust the script
Alright, I bust the nut and then dip
This bitch really think I ain't finna fuck her 'cause she fuck with chris
Girl, I don't give a fuck about that, that's my brother, bitch
Took a perk 30, then Rio takes another sip
The diamond link on my Rio piece cost a fuckin' brick
(This ain't handy rink, I got this off the boof, fuck the government)

[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ya'll n***as can't fuck with us, n***a
I'm finna go sit down and stack this paper up and
Come back and get on yo' boys ass again
And I ain't even doin' it to stunt on n***as
I wanna motivate the broke, hatin' n***as
Or the n***as with money that's hatin' 'cause it's a lot of them
I wanna motivate ya'll, bro
That's why I'm doin' this shit
I love makin' music, I love takin' care of my family and
I love motivatin' the youth

[Part II]

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Don't get yo' cap hit with yo' stupid ass
I got the ups on dawg, I'm finna do 'em back
He ain't even know what hit him, I was shootin' fast
You in yo' hoe quick pussy, gon' need some coochie pads
Eleven-hunnid bucks for some gucci slacks
Eight-hunnid dollars cash for a deuce of ack
Another n***a bust at us, I bet we shootin' back
I'm in boater, chris, ask them n***as where gucci at
I'm on my way O.T. with a half a chicken
It's when I ready up, ain't gotta rack the pistol
If I pop you up and you don't die, it was accidental
Put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the batman signal
Two-hunnid grams of dawg, I could make a bricky
He tried to run from pump, ya'll better pray for Ricky
I lost my mind when I touch them racks like my A.T. Vicky
I'm sittin' here watchin' the money grow, like I'm babysittin'
I'm in the O tryna shop, where trunem at?
I need another bite of drop, where Junem at?
Six-hunnid and some change for this motherfuckin' loui-cap
You got a shooter, your can't put it up your nose, this a gooey batch

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, n***a, ghetto boy shit, man
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Flint to the O, n***a, it's Rio Da Yung OG
What up, true?