[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Bitch suckin' dick so good, can't take the phone call
Woke up and put on Burberry, I took Vlone off
Ain't with no baby from the trenches, I'm my own boss
Fucked her, dismissed her for a week, I know the ho lost
Hey, what up, my n***a Tonio?
You gon' die the day after tomorrow, fuck Romeo
Paid sixteen hundred for some sandals, they was open-toed
Unc' was the fucking brick man before he got on parole
Y'all might think I'm lying, but this some true shit
Caught a body, ooh, shit, now I'm eatin' some Ruth's Chris
You the type to talk about a n***a, but never do shit
Lay a hand on Da Yung OG, gon' get your crew hit

[Verse 2: Almighty Slime]
Ooh, shit, shorty suck like she got new lips
And her ass real, but the bitch got some new tits
Fuck an Outback, bitch, I want me some Ruth's Chris
Slide on a n***a one time, but with two whips
Huh, yeah, I'm finna slide too
My bitch caught me cheating, I'm like, "Fuck, I'm finna lie to her"
Got too emotional, I'm finna cry to her
I ain't say a word, she let me fuck, I'm a vibe to her
Phew, that's crazy, ho
Make a bitch dirty dance, Patrick Swayze, ho
I just fall back and get the top, I'm a lazy ho
N***a asked for a free verse, I'm like, "Pay me, ho"
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dropped sixty on a n***a, I had two clips
My mama always told me, "Never trust a bitch with two lips"
Bum n***a, I'm talking 'bout you if the shoe fit
Four guns— alright
How the fuck I got four guns on me now, but I got two hips?
N***a rolled a blunt of bullshit, that's a doo stick
This ain't no deuce-deuce, this a Glock 22, bitch
Told the Cali' plug I can't leave the state, so he flew it
Thirty-two hundred dollar outfit on
Palm Angels, off to Dior, I don't wear Vlone
Bitch, wipe that makeup off your face so I can skeet on it
Damn, I thought I was finna nut, I done peed on her
I just got some clean dope, put my feet on it
You got a flyer? It's ten bands or better to put me on it
Caught myself buying an eight of Tris, had a cheap moment
The plug ain't have no more Wock', I broke down, had a weak moment
I don't give a fuck if you die, I don't cry a lot
I get first dibs on the drank 'cause I buy a lot
Stop talking 'bout it, you wanna get high? Then go buy a pop
Ridin' through the hood in a Lam' truck tryna find the opps

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz shit