[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Enrgy made this one)
What up, Enrgy?
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
We know that, damn
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a (What up, Enrgy? N***a, it's Rio, legendary shit, n***a)
Free Big P, n***a, free C
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
(Enrgy Beats)
I know

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
RJ, why the fuck you always trippin'?
Had to call the opps like, "Why the fuck y'all always slippin'?"
Yeah, I just hit my favorite stripper
The only reason she let me fuck, 'cause I always tip her
When I got them 30s in me, I be talkin' different
When I got that 30 on me, I be walkin' different
Ten racks on his head, now he dead, I just bought a n***a
I done shot a couple n***as in the head, nevеr fought a n***a

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Dior T-shirt on my back, yeah, the cloth expеnsive
Your n***a really broke as hell, but he talk expensive
Damn, I can't find no drank, guess I gotta cough to get it
Batteries went dead in the whip, I'll walk to get it
Locked in the booth with RJ, we on platinum time
Yeah, I sell dope, but charge more if it's after nine
In the hood with cake, I hit the road with the apple pies
I ain't wanna knock his head off, but he passed the line
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twelve racks for the plain Submariner, what your Rollie cost?
Eighty-seven thou' for the Bimmer, what your oldie cost?
Don't get to talking 'bout no money 'fore I fuck, you gon' throw me off
Made a quarter million, now the bitch wanna show me off
I ain't blowing no money on you, you can blow this dick
Ridin' 'round with my gangster bitch, she wanna hold the stick
Walkin' 'round with twenty, thirty racks, I'm so legit
I love the way the drank make me feel, I don't wanna quit

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Mix the Wocky with the snot, call it thug potion
Girly pussy really wasn't shit, we had a dull moment
Pussy lips longer than a bitch, you can tug on it
Police n***a ratted on his mans, threw a bug on him
Private session with my dancing bitch, threw a club on her
At Truth, in the back gettin' high with the club owner
Bitch sucked the skin off my dick, got a dub on me
Creep up on you with the .38, put the snub on you

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Spent eleven-somethin' thou' for the Rio piece
My other chain a dub, Gary said give him three more weeks
I'm runnin' up some dog shit, I don't need no sleep
Hundred shots on the PLR, I'll clean your street
Just popped a n***a up close, gotta clean my heat
Bitch, we riding in a Rolls-Royce, better clean your feet
The only Flint n***a in a Phantom, can't be low-key
If I can't find no Wock', I'ma CeeLo Green it
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
If I can't find no red, I'ma drink Patrón
Pouring everybody else a cup, I can't drink alone
Ridin' with my white bitch, I told her cut the Beatles on
We on our way to church, she like, "Bae, please leave the pole"
Catch you slipping at the stop sign, I'ma drop everything
I ain't start poppin' Perc 30s until Barry came
Fuck love, the only bitch I fuck with is Mary Jane
Fuck your jeweler, we got VVSs in every chain

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Mike blowin' cigarettes in a quarter-million-dollar car
(Catch a n***a slipping at the light), that's a quarter-million-dollar bar
Bitch, 'cause I'm legendary
Oh, you out of pape'? I'll see you in February
You n***as tax-time ballers, it's embarrassing
Every pair of foreign shoes, question is, what pair I'm in?
I don't ever speak to hoes I hit, I just stare at them
Me and your n***a ain't the same, no comparison

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Hundred racks in dubs in the yard 'cause I buried it
My bitch got so much ass back there, I gotta carry it
I be with some drank every day, I should marry it
The pussy good as fuck, but she black like Harriet
If you wanna hit that road, we hirin' drivers
Extra hundred K for the whip, this bitch carbon fiber
Shot the PLR just once, bet it start a riot
I don't know the right way to love and I'm tired of tryin'