[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Mhm
Mhm
(LonzeTheKing)
Alright
Alright
Yeah, n***a

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
How the fuck you lookin' for me? I'm outside with it
I heard you just bought a Draco, you can die with it
This an old K, though, and I ride with it
Spray they whole crib up and hit five n***as
Smoke a n***a granny, that's how we get even
I just spent ten, eleven thousand at Big Beaver
I was at the Gucci store tryna meet Peter
N***a, I did not fuck your ho, she a skeet eater
I love my new Glock, I go to sleep with it
Paranoid when I'm at the crib, I go pee with it
Got addicted to the lean when I seen Lil E with it
It was me and E in front of Quan house, in the Jeep trippin'
If you see mе out there on Cecil, I got Skeet with mе
Grab the rock, finna take a shot, score three with it
Just grabbed a pop and a six of Wock' and poured a three in it
Clip a n***a ends with the K, now it's uneven
You'll never catch me slippin', I be with the one people
He thought he got shot with a toy 'cause the gun see-through
Bitch had asked me for some money talkin' 'bout she broke, shit, me too
I heard your n***a fucked up, wouldn't wanna be you
Might pour it all in one pop when I drop, so I let E do it
[Interlude: GrindHard E]
Alright, you gon' let me do it?

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Pour it all in one pop, when it's gone, I be like, "We stupid"
Call somebody else— alright
Call somebody else that got the drank and then redo it
I don't how to cook cakes, I let Freeze do it
It seem like n***as hologram 'cause I see through 'em
Bitch, pull your panties up, I don't eat coochie
Suprised the shit out an opp, they seen me shootin'
One n***a can't catch me slippin', they need three to do it
Can't take his head off with the Glock, I bet the E do it
Ri' nodded off doin' a video and had to reshoot it
Shot the gun, that bitch jammed on me, I had to reshoot it
Bitch missed her vein shootin' dope, she had to reshoot it
Young, intelligent entrepreneurs, they think we stupid
Unc' fucked the dope up, he had to redo it
(Fuck, I almost—), I almost spilled my cup
You got a sore on your lip, you can't hit my blunt
Cussed my bitch out 'cause she kept tryna hit my cup
First time my white boy shopped with me, he had beginner's luck
I gave him a tester and a lot of credit
Bitch got a credit score high as hell, let me use your debit
N***a walked in the crib when I— alright
N***a walked in when I was hittin' his bitch, I had to shoot him naked
Hit him in the head with the Glock, he was doo-doo messy (Aw shit)
That's diarrhea
I almost fucked the baddest bitch, but she had gonorrhea
Was 'bout to pull up on another bitch, but I'm not a cheater
Was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but Mike and Kidd got it cheaper
Like all my sales come to me, but got a— then I gotta meet 'em
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just drunk some D'USSÉ, let Vonta Grayy talk me out a feature
I can't teach you how to make a hundred K, bro, I'm not a teacher
Up the strap at the hoop game and shot up the bleachers
Bitch, your teeth yellow, fuck some toothpaste, ho, you gotta bleach 'em
You can't be playin' with the Percocets, bruh, you gotta eat 'em
Spray the crowd with a hundred shots and hit a lot of people
This Black tastin' good, it must be the lean
Went to sleep of Wock' and had a dream I might be a fiend
Everybody tellin' now, that must be the thing
But I can't believe them n***as said I told, that shit unbelievable
Never thought I'd make a million dollars, now it's achievable
Articulate when it come to math, I can read too
Glock got a dick on it, but not the one you pee through
You caught your first body in 2010? Shit, me too
When I pull up, hurry up and come outside 'fore I leave you
Eight racks for a verse, shit, my kids gotta eat too
Pourin' up the Wock' ain't workin', man, let me see a needle
N***a, that ain't a real Grand National, that's a Regal
Mike got us CPLs, but the AR got a grip, that's illegal