(Steve-O crowned this beat)
(Intro: Rio Da Yung OG)
Waddup Baby Zeek?
Ghetto Boyz shit
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Aye
I was just talking to the plug
Trynna have that n***a front a Zip
Then Baby Zeek called me with a 90 script
Heard a n***a took yo shit
Why you buy a blick?
This a old Cat with a drum on it, and I
Ride with it
[Verse 2: Baby Zeek]
Riding round with the heat
Cause its a cold world
I love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl
I know a n***a made 200 off of EDD
Rio talk shit so much I think his breath stink
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake
I got a bad bitch she real but her breast fake
Drunk all the lean tonight
I wasn’t thinking bout the next day
Go to the store and buy some Pinesol
I’m finna meth make
[Verse 4: Baby Zeek]
Bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk
And I’ll meet up with the Opps
If they got some purp
Shoot that n***a in thе head
I need to watch it first
I paid bills I ain’t never hit my mommas pursе
Sippin Za bro told me that it’s what’s his name
Oh yeah dawg let me smoke this n***a to the brain
Yo n***a like a loose dog somebody took his chain
Before I made some Ramen Noodles I was cooking caine
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
When you was bussin zips down
I was pushin’ weight
Seen a n***a hop out with a K
I just looked away
Call a n***a BM like
“What you cook today”?
Couple 9 pieces I could sell a whole book today
I feel like my n***a Rontae I’m a misfit
I seen a n***a drop a hunnid and ain’t hit shit
I ain’t never loose with the strap bitch I flip shit
This a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist
[Verse 6: Baby Zeek]
Baby wanna see the hood I shot her to the mall
Call Maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down
LV mascot bitch I’m Louis’d down
Real trap n***a, I’ll still bust a cutie down
Heard the fans want some food I got a lot of that
Boy you a bitch they took yo shit and you bought it back?
My house lookin like the ground I got a lot of crack
Just counted out 50 thou’
Whose to vouch for that?
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
If ain’t no money in your fanny pack
What you got in that?
One of my opps dropped a Cat
And got shot in that
Don’t be talking bout them blue bills
I get a lot of that
100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat
N***a I’ll let you have my baby momma
If you got some Act’
A n***a popped my lil brother we shot him back
But the difference is we hit the n***a top
He ain’t got a hat
50 racks on Wok in one month
I ain’t gotta cap
[Verse 8: Baby Zeek & Rio Da Yung OG]
All white caine but the boy still brown
I was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound
Lil n***a talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground
Hood getting hot now we trappin outta town
She wanna fuck Rio and she wanna fuck Zeeks
But here take this rental
Go shoot down to Tennessee
I’m a real dope fein’
Shoot my lines from the 3
And I’m a dope fiend too I just drunk
A whole key
[Outro]
(By myself too, yeah Ghetto Boyz shit n***a
You know what the fuck goin’ on)
