[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
What up, Rich, Wayne? (Southside shit)
You know what the fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm in the kitchen cookin' dope with my left hand
Exercising, I'm in here sweatin', I need a headband
Oh, you can't find no more Act'? Bring me the red then
I need my mac and cheese with extra dressing
Just missed out on another pint, that shit depressing
Hit him in his knee with the AR, you hear him yellin'?
That n***a had Amiris on, but I distressed 'em
How many Percs you say you need? I'm finna press 'em
Put me on the court by myself, I bet I beat the Pistons
I hit my n***a with a bag, but I'ma reap the benеfits
I woke up with Gucci on, I fell asleep in Christians
Drunk so much lean on Thanksgiving, I'ma bе sleep through Christmas
Started out with a small bag, ended up coppin' chickens
I used to beat n***as to sleep, but now I'm poppin' pistols
Used to use my wrist to cook dope, but now I'm rockin' Richards
Cookin' bricks in the crockpot, ain't used to have a pot to piss in
If I told you my story, you probably wouldn't believe me
I was a ghetto boy already 'fore I fucked with Peezy
You be doin' too much to hit hoes, she let me fuck her easy
They asked me why I act like this, I got a bunch of reasons
She sucked the dick, kept the spit, swallowed a bunch of semen
Just punched a brick with my bare hands, now my knuckles bleedin'
My body shuttin' down off all this drank, I feel my muscles weakenin'
Me and bro ain't grow up together, but our struggles even
I need a brick of white girl, I got jungle fever
That ain't no Hellcat stamp, bro, this a fuckin' Demon
Changed her whole life when I move in, bitch, I'm Cousin Skeeter
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I know what these hoes want, I'm a mind reader
Pussy and pape' on the floor, I'm tryna find eater
Got guccis and pape' on the floor, I need a housecleaner
Two for twenty-five, four for eighty, I'm a price beater
Thinkin' we ain't down to blow these bitches, yeah, aight, n***a
Bitches wanna get around and fuck for the hype
Every n***a 'round me is somebody your bitch'd like
When I was broke, I used to tell myself like, "N***a, get it right"
Sellin' ice out the bowl like it's weed through the night
My block kinda look like Halloween do at night
When you fuck up, just make sure next time you get it right
Told the bitch, "We ain't sleepin' next time you spend the night"