[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got twenty racks on me right now, I'll blow it all
Bustdown 41 on, I just wanna ball
N***a make the wrong move in the club, then I'ma rope it off
Ruger had a safety on it, but I broke it off
I just got a 'bow of Peanut Butter Breath, I'm finna smoke it all
Got so much shit from Saks Fifth, they might close the mall
Say he had twelve pints of Wockhardt, I want 'em all
I just bought a zip from A1, I'm finna smoke it all
One point in time, I had six bitches and I broke 'em all
How the fuck you arguin' 'bout Cartiers and you don't know Kamal?
Better use that thing between your ears before I blow it off
Fifty racks on a watch, damn right, I'ma show it off
This a Skydweller, it was fifty racks
Lil' bitch let Mikе hit her, she think she gеttin' back
But little do she know, this was part of me and Mike plan
Beat his ass in the studio and book the mic stand

[Verse 2: Rawood]
Fifty different types of flavors in my bag, come and try 'em all
I ain't stressin' 'bout no pape', fuck naw, I ain't goin' bald
I just made the right move with the plug, I had to buy 'em all
This bitch got the meanest head, she a know-it-all
I just got a clone of London Pound Cake, this bitch growin' tall
Got too many flavors, damn near like a fuckin' mall
When it come down to business, ten toes, I'm standin' tall
All I know is makin' flips, hell yeah, it's all I talk about
Ayy, yeah, give me a holler
I want the money and the motherfuckin' power
I thought I told a bitch I don't get paid by the hour
Took them bitches out of veg, I think they're ready to flower
Ridin' in a Bentley coupe and, bitch, I got the top down
I made a light 300K the time the world went under lockdown
The shit I tell you is some shit you probably wanna jot down
Glock 19X, I don't never let my guard down
[Outro: Rawood]
Yeah