[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
N***a asked me was I sellin' work, I'm like crack kid
My-my-my lil bitch just got some ass shots, but she fat, still
Beanin' in his head with the Glock, how the strap feel?
E-Every week I'm makin' twenty, thirty racks, that's why I rap, still
Compress the bozo's zaza's, yeah, I rap still
N***a run up on the Yung OG, get his cap pealed
I don't know how much money my city make, let me ask Will
I'm a six-figure n***a, go cut my granny grass, still
Broke a perk in half, gave it to my bitch, how that tap feel?
White-White boy try to buy two-hunnid blues, gave him advil
You ain't never see me buy a deuce, I only grab seals
This lil case had me stressed out, but I laugh, still

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Good with my hands, but with the pistol, got mad skills
I-I-I'm in washington servin' white people, like I'm Brad Bill
Hit him where it's hurt, Had lil bro get his dad killed
I-I-I-I know you sick, you signed yo' life away to a bad deal
P-P-Payed eleven-hunnid for this jacket, it was cashmere
N***a wipped up that rat bitch I had last year
Appreciation day, I'm showin' love, you want a gram, here
Spray filled XD four-five, with the lemon squeeze
You want the best weed? Go to the north and see my n***a Reese
Can't-Can't let these n***as hold me back, I got a bigger dream
The key to havin' the best dogs around is to keep the kennel clean

[Interlude]
I'm not a narco
I don't dirty people 'cause I don't give a shit about a possession charge
I'mma murder police
I'm here about the bodies
The-
Just you, me, and my partner and-
What do you say-
I ain't say shit
Just you, me, and my partner, Mr. Shit, here

[Part II]

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Honey badger in my backseat, ready to go to war
Cut his neck then pourin' alcohol on his open sores
Fuck a Tay-K, this ain't a race, I ain't won any wars
Shoot the baby K backwards, got him runnin' four
I'm in the building now, remember trappin' hard out a Honda Accord
Remember twos and fours, now, a whole pint, n***a, I can afford
Bustin' at a n***a, he try to pull off and I shot at the door
Robbed the plug crib, I swear, we got a lot off the porch
Me and west babies goin' crazy, shoutout to the north
Me and gang smokin' dead opps, shoutout to the corpse
I know his K finna get dismissed-
Ah, I know his K finna get dismissed, shoutout to the courts

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shoutout the ASL, I'm in the backs, warnin'
I seen a lot of n***as take a gun charge, and come pay a bill
Alright, I got so much work, I'm finna weigh the scale
Clumsy n***a try to catch a M1 without a can filled
N***as tough on the streets but they gay in jail
Baby girl so lean, you slump, don't play with trills
I got wet dope, I ain't gotta clean it, it'll bathe itself
A million rows, askin' random n***as who got bake for sale
Steppin' on a dope in the kitchen', they caked, then fell
You ain't gotta hear my music, I play it myself
I'm a whole brick of dope, I weigh myself
I just got another rat bitch pregnant, I hate myself
I got a pint but this really ain't enough, I'm drinkin' eight myself
I could drive the whip, bust, pour a pop and don't brake a nail
Popped a n***a, don't call a ambulance, make him take himself
I'm unbothered, bitch, I sleep good when I lay in bed

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
'Bout a hunnid grams of topside, I made myself
Throw my heart off a bridge, then I jump, tryna save myself
I'm the type to do my own feature, I pay myself
In the streets, I was lookin' for my popps, I raised myself
How yo' perks playin' with the K? Almost graved myself
Whip game gettin' better everyday, I grave myself
N***a think I drank the whole pint, but I saved a twelfth
In february, they let a demon out, we finna raise hell
Bitch, from my brother, P
He told me keep my ass in the booth and I can bubble easy
Bitch suck my dick with the best, I told her double-G me
I chased a eighth of wok, I don't really cup a fiji
Ran up another hunnid quick, finna buy a necklace
Told my bitch to meet me in LA, but we flyin' seperate
Told this whore her coochie really stunk, that's a wild gesture
Spittin' habanero in the booth, you a mild pepper
You only got a eighth for sale, I'm a pile seller
Hell yeah, my voice deep as hell, I'm a loud fellar
Bitch, I bang my cake the right way, I'm a clown debbler
I love the baby drank, but that PL, I sound better