[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Energy made this one)
(Energy and Mike)
Bitch!
(Straight from the eastside, shit)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Your bitch left you and fucked me 'cause my pape' bigger
I'm close to six, but I'm tryna run up like eight figures
'79 old school Chevy with the Wraith engine
Uncle mixed that shit up his self, he hate blenders
Woke up with 3-1 thousand dollars in my CashApp
Success came quicker than I though, it was fast track
I done re-wrapped a brick like four times using Glad wrap
Dropped a hunnid shots in his car, he need Aflac
Damn, I’m drunker than a bitch, I need Stanbacks
Dawg ain't got no gun to shoot at n***as, where your mans at?
I already fucked the big sister, where your friends at?
Use gloves when I pack the work, this shit like anthrax
Ha, that mean it's straight drop
Ironically, I dropped 12 n***as with 8 shots
Feature price goin' up to a 10 when this tape drop
I hate n***as that try to cuff hoes, bunch of fake cops

[Interlude 1]
(Get over here!)
*Supercharger whine*
(Damn)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Do you smell that? Balla Berry mixed with A1 and Axl packs
KD just sold me cut lean, I'm finna sell it back
Pussy ass n***a, them n***as told on you, you finna tell back?
I was finna put the pressure on 'em, but I fell back
I’m cordial with a 5.7 on me, off a 12 of Act'
Me and Mike was never pourin' light, we drunk a Hellcat
I lost my bitch and my clientele, I want the scale back
Argh, hold on, who the fuck is this?
I just drunk a 10 of Wockhardt, I don't fuck with Tris
The drank I got clean, and I know 'cause I bust a script
Alright, I bust a nut then dip
This bitch really think I ain't finna fuck her cause she fuck with Chris
Girl, I don't give a fuck 'bout that, that's my brother, bitch
Took a Perc 30, then Rio takes another sip
The diamond link on my Rio piece cost a fuckin' brick
(This a EDD, I got this off the book, fuck the government)

[Interlude 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Y'all n***as can't fuck with us n***a, I’m finna, you know, sit down and stack this paper up and come back and get on you boys ass again. And I ain't even doin' it to stunt on n***as, I wanna motivate the broke hatin' n***as, or the n***as with money that's hatin' 'cause it's a lot of them— I want motivate y'all, bro. That's why I'm doin' this shit. I love makin' music, I love takin' care of my family, and I love motivatin' the youth

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Don't get your cap peel't, with your stupid ass
I got the ups on dawg, I'm finna do him bad
He ain't even know what hit him, I was shootin' fast
You and your whole clique pussy, y'all need some cookie pads (Michigan Music)
11 hunnid bucks for some Gucci slacks
8 hunnid dollas cash for a duce of Act'
Let a n***a bust at us, I bet we shootin' back
I'm in Bouldercrest askin' n***as, "Where Gucci at?"
I’m on my way o-t with a half a chicken
This one already up, ain't gotta rack the pistol
If I pop you up, and you don't die, it was accidental
Put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the Batman signal
300 grams of dog, I can make a bricky
He tried to run from pump, y'all better pray for Ricky
I lost my mind when I touched them racks like my Auntie Vicky
I’m sittin' here, watchin' the money grow like I’m babysittin'
I’m in the O tryna shot where Tru 'nem at?
I need another body dropped June 'nem at?
600 and some change for this muthafuckin' Louis cap
You gotta shoot it, you can't put it up your nose, this a gooey batch
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeahhh, n***a, Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
Know what the fuck goin' on
Flint to the O, n***a, it's Rio Da Yung OG
What up Tru