[Verse 1: Rio Da Young OG]
Hit a n***a block with some shit that'll flip a car
Before you learned what red was, I was sipping bar
I ain't talking 'bout that, bitch, the different part
On house arrest made a quarter million dollars, when I [?]
Guarantee somebody get hit when this hit the car
Hundred yard dash with the bag, had to pitch it far
Right now, I got enough Wok to fill up a pickle jar
I can [?] pistol spark
[Verse 2: Baby Zeek]
I can hit the trap with white, and turn it to some green
[?] but it was listereen
Just fucked a rap bitch, she was balled, look like Mr. Clean
That boy was talking out his lips, made him kiss the beam
[?] still standing by the stove
Cooking [?] in the boll
Slam [?] gone
[?] with a hundred, [?] gram in his nose
[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
I got a white kit, but I spent a hundrеd bands on [?]
Get too hot in the club, bitch, a hundred fans gon' blow
That 50 off in thе club, 12 fans on the floor
N***a, I ain't no Homer, but my pants full of dough
In a Roles truck, bitch, I used to stand at the store
Was fucked up, buying grams of [?] for the [?]
This a ten milli, knock a n***a head off his shoulders
[?] bitch with me, had her go and scam [?]
[Verse 4: Baby Zeek]
[?] but she said she gon' scam for the gang
She finessed [?] bought me grams of the caine
From the D, where a n***a lose his head for some frames
I'm still alive, I heard them n***as put that bread on my brain
Went to school with white folks, told them try this, now they dope fiends
Started off with weed, now they [?] heads and coke fiends
28 [?] if the [?] clean
Fuck the throat, baby off the perkies, she a throat queen
[Verse 5: Rio Da Young OG]
Three pints in one day, I'm a dope fiend
Riding through the hood with the Drac, acting so mean
Oh, y'all still wearing Ballmains? Them my old jeans
Six O's in a 20 ounce, I don't pour threes
And I don't smoke weed, [?] I don't blow green
I was fake sleeping, I'ma get up when that ho leave
Tryna make a million dollars off rap, then go grow weed
[?] paranoid [?] I up the stick if the [?]