[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
What up, Wayne?
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit
(His name's Pablo)
Damn, I forgot Pablo on there too
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I be posted on the block like a hitchhiker
So much dog shit on me right now, I need a big diaper
I don't want no crushed ice, I need a big diamond
Just caught a snitch jumpin' on a plane, ma, I finally seen a pig fly
This the one, this Pablo and Wayne on the beat
Had to switch it up, all y'all sound the same on the beat
Walk up on you broad day, leave your brains in the street
When I sign my deal, I'm puttin' bricks of 'caine on the street
Okay, I know y'all from the hood, but I'm ghettoer
If my bitch don't listen when I talk, I'm sellin' her
She put thе head on me, ate it up, I'm scarеd of her
Just slid on the opps, tryna see if my Beretta work
I got Amiris on with the rhinestones
Cali plug, I be gettin' my work from another timezone
You ain't got a hundred K in your stash, stop lyin' on it
You don't need a hundred shots, just hit two niggas in they top, I dropped five on 'em
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I surprise me
I ain't gotta hide my money now, I gotta hide me
I'm cool with puttin' a nigga in the game and he outshine me
Gotta understand the rules to the game and how the times be
I been runnin' like a Charger Hellcat, redline me
This one nigga with a million racks tryna sign me
Rio could've bought a million Scats, but he bought lean
Can barely fit my money in my pocket, need some caught jeans
Tonight, I'm off some purple, I ain't off green
Somebody pray for your baby, I done offed fiends
Lost keys, lost the trap phone, and I lost fiends
No sleep got me loose as hell, I done lost weave
Damn, I can't believe he ran off
We literally just got into a shot-for-shot standoff
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was fucked up just on the Southside gettin' grams off
Bud threw me two 'bows of glue and I ran off
Okay, I gotta move my gun around, cut the camera off
Sold a nigga two zips, but it was really just a gram of soft
Tryna see how many pros I made
How much a box of Arm & Hammer cost?
Ayy, Louie, how much Balenciaga sandals cost?
Last nigga sold dope on this block, we ran him off
I was tryna nut in her for years, took the Magnum off
How the fuck did I get indicted sellin' basketballs?
The opps ain't even tried to kill me yet, I'm mad at y'all
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
I was just in Flint sellin' crack, I'm in Panama
Tryna sell soft on Skid Row, cut the cameras off
Paid eleven hundred for the sandals, but I had 'em off
You might as well retire from this ballin', your handles off
You can't even control your surroundings, you had a chain and they'll snatch it off
Upgrade the dash in the Jeep, take the bracket off
Pants sag, racks on me bad, displayin' it on Saginaw
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Lied to my bitch like, "I'm at home," but I'm in Saginaw
Ridin' with a stick and thirty G's, hope they don't grab the dog
Thirty racks for a half a B when I'm grabbin' dog
Got my white bitch stayin' in a Bnb just to grab the cars
FN'll knock his bumper off, look like he crashed his car
I'm in the strip club codeine sippin', I walk past the par
I'll drink a plain pint of prometh' 'fore I drink fake Wock'
Caught my first body with a Drac', now I hate Glocks
But I can't really put it on my hip, that's why I hate chops
Fuck it, I'm finna walk around with eight shots
Just poured a pint in a little Sprite, you poured eight pops
We in Flint, but we got the weed House of Dank got
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, y'all niggas, man
Alright, I got my strap, you got your strap, let's have a bang-out
My bitch got her hair did today, she left the bang out
Hold on
I just poured some of my drank out, yeah
Matter fact, put the dank out
