Yeah
What up, though?
It´s Rio Da Yung OG, nigga
Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free Big Ghetto, free the whole ghetto

Y´all know what the fuck goin´ on
Still shit talkin´, nigga
This shit still in me too, nigga

I´m noddin´ off, wastin´ ashes on my Burberry
High as fuck, tired of smokin´ Runtz, who got some old cherry?
Moncler bubble coats, you in a whole Pelle
Fuck a bitch and steal somethin´ out her purse, you know I´m so petty
But it´s a dime in blues on me, I ain´t broke, baby
Gucci Guilty, got her sniffin´ on me, I ain´t coke, baby
Niggas really soft, they get on Facebook actin´ so crazy
Pick up some snow and cut a nigga´s brick, I´ll snowflake him

Red tips in the 9, I´ll yellow tape him
Destin got some Perc-30s and I´m scared to take ´em
Bust down a hundred ´bows right now and won´t sell an eighthy
Two K´s´ll lift his soul up, have him levitatin´
Pussy probably shoot me in my back ´cause he scared to face me
And I put that on my kids, Reggie Babybee
Just made a half off ten grams of glue and a reggie eighthy
I got some blow that´s hittin´ hard, you ready, auntie?
Just hit a line at one time, I´m prayin´ for your safety
They tryna give my nigga all that time, I´m prayin´ for his babies
Might as well come and work for us, we payin´ more than Macy´s

Scared to hit a bitch out in the C´s, I heard they got rabies
Seven Perc-10s got me itchin´ like I got scabies
Dog don´t even know if them his kids, he got five maybes
Two 9s´ll hit him seven times like July 18th
Bro was nineteen, he caught more bullets than Rashard Davis
I´m high as fuck off Phenergan, I need another Black
Tryna go to war with one four-five, I need another strap
I need a K, damn, I wish it was ´16, I had a bunch of Act´
If you bought some lean and tried to leave, then I was cuttin´ that (Facts)
Tryna bake a brick, show me where the nearest oven at (Where it at?)

I got a thousand Roxies, show me where they payin´ double at
If I sell ´em in a week, then I´ma double that (I´m on my way)
Tryna sell dog a hit pint, ayy, where Double at? (2G´s)
I tell it how it is, this humble rap, I don´t mumble rap
I got the cash to buy this shit, but I´m punchin´ that
On my way OT, if it go good, I ain´t comin´ back
Five hundred pills in the bag with a bunch of crack
Let them bitches get behind us, we tuckin´ that
Don´t give a fuck if I´m with my granny, she stuffin´ that
Tryna make a hundred bands off a zip, y´all hustle backwards

If they get the ups and I had to run, I´m bustin´ backwards
I knew it was straight drop when I cut the plastic
Whack a nigga, burn his body up, then puff the ashes
Talkin´ heartbreaks, I dropped a pint of Tech and bust the glass
I knew it´s snakes in the yard, so I shot up the grass
Took my mama´s paycheck and bought a strap, she whooped my ass
I left and ran into an opp and bust his head
Popped an ´erc and hit her on the air mattress and bust the bed
I left the Wock´ straight drop, but I cut the red
I still put the tax on it like Uncle Sam
Put my trust in an old Taurus and it fuckin´ jammed

Me and Tay just stomped a nigga out, he got a pumpkin head
How you sellin´ dope on DDA and don´t know Pumpkinhead?