[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
What up, D Money, Lou?
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
We been gettin' money, nigga
Ayy
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
A nigga disrespected me, now he six feet
Step on a brick with one foot, turn it to two, I got big feet
Your bitch only good for stuffin' work and she dick eat
If you chasin' chicken, nigga, hit them pockets and dig deep
All grams, no scams, these millionaire vibes
I'm OT chasin' fast money, bitch, and I'm still alive
I been a thousand-aire, nigga, back before whoadie died
A nigga ain't shot a gun at me since Jacoby tried
[Verse 2: Unkle D Money]
Push your shit back if you ain't mines
These niggas playin' kid games, bitch, you fake slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck the grape vine
I'll shoot this bitch and still be on the block like I'm Tayshaun
Punches got me in the free world, but this ain't 8 Mile
'Cause I could load a hundred on that site and I'ma make mine
You niggas can't be in the hood like you Trayvon
One cream soda, an Arctic Sun, we pour eight lines
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Still mad at my fiend before he died, shit, he owed me five
Mad at the world right now, I just spilled a five
New York just came and blessed me with some Morton, we just split a five
Two-point-five in the can, pop look like Rock N' Rye
A nigga talk crazy to me, I done blacked his eye
If you fuckin' with me and the opps, you better pick a side
FN and PLR on me, I'm tryna pick a fight
Delta or LAX, I'm tryna pick a flight
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
Rio left his cup in House of Dank, we had to drive backwards
Take off doin' ninety goin' straight, but I'm fine backwards
Never get to see the lean plug like we callin' Casper
My fiend don't think he know nobody famous, but he call a rapper
Demon with the kit on top of that, I think it's called a raptor
Shorts on under my jeans, I'm tryna ball faster
You gon' need help smokin' me, better call cancer
I been sellin' small bags of shake, nigga, no dandruff
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Quit fuckin' with the work, now I'm back crackin' like a chiropractor
Sold a head Fetty Wap on Fenton Road, he died on Atherton
George Floyd off the drank, I can't breathe, I think they call that asthma
Strollin' down the 'Dale, up the strap, now he walkin' faster
When I think the phone tapped, I be talkin' backwards
Brick whole a need I, I don't think you niggas caught that one
Same nigga'll catch a body in a pair of Forces, the all-black ones
Every time I'm in the booth, I spit fire, I'm what you call a dragon
[Verse 6: Louie Ray]
I'm trippin', talkin' to the lean like, "Wock, you got some more for me?"
Lookin' at the bottom of my cup, "You got an O for me?"
I'm tryna see if the hundred or three-five shit'll smoke with me
Told the RPs three twenty-five, let's do a half a piece
I been jerkin' off on every turn, I done jammed the seat
I don't really scuff my shoes up, but I scarred the streets
When you out here kinda gettin' rich, it get hard to beef
Okay, the goals I'm reachin' for kinda hard to see
[Verse 7: GrindHard E]
Unc' surprised me with the Xans, he brought bars to me
Auntie surprised me with the drank, she brought Par to me
In the D with D and trap money, it's gettin' hard to breathe
Seven grams in the Backwood of exotic weed
Nigga play with me, he better pray to dog backwards
Fiend keep blowin' up my phone, he get no answer
Make a bitch hold the door for me, I ain't got no manners
We be smokin' real zaza, that shit y'all smoke bammer
[Verse 8: Unkle D Money]
Bitch, it's Big Unk, never let 'em play me like a punk
Walk your block with two 40s like a neighborhood drunk
Automatic shotgun, yeah, it's a laser on the front
Chopper ride shotgun 'cause it's a baby in the trunk
I know they heard I'm the same young Mack nigga
These niggas sick, must've caught COVID through the pandemic
I tucked twenty quarantinin' in the crib, now I'm back spendin'
E say I'm too humble with this shit, so I'm back trippin'
