[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]

Yeah, it's Rio, nigga

What up, Key? Cash Gang shit, nigga, let's tell 'em somethin'

Boyz, nigga

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[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]

I got a pint of red and a four, let's drink twenty lines

Whip the strap out on a nigga, shoot him twenty times

I'll black out on a nigga, beat him 'til he die

I'm hallucinatin', I only see that bitch when I'm high

If it's a problem with the opps, nigga, we gon' slide

If Cash Gang pop him first, me and Key gon' fight

Just let me pop the nigga first to make sure he gon' die

Then y'all can shoot his dead body twice or three more times

[Verse 2: FWC Big Key]

Rio, you my nigga, you can pop him just 'cause y'all caught him (Go 'head, bro)

I just did a nigga dirtier than y'all water (Flint)

If it's beef, we watchin' your mama, we what you call stalkers

Stеp back and get to shootin' like Jamal Crawford

It's Big Key, I'm thе youngest nigga trippin'

If you book me for a show, then you gotta book the pistol (Nigga)

All my niggas bustin', they won't let me be a victim

If an opp get dropped, I either did it or I sent 'em, nigga

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]

I got an old-ass K with two thirty clips

Gave him HIV, I hit his ass with a dirty dick (No homo)

I got a pint of red in a deuce, I'ma take thirty sips

Plus a half of brick of soft, bitch, that's a thirty-six

In the worst position, I use Glocks 'cause they work the best

Swipe a pair of Gucci tiger shoes with the shirt to match

Bought my bitch Chanel slippers with the purse to match

I'll have her up the Glock 26 and murk your ass

[Verse 4: FWC Big Key]

Put the pistol to his back, I'll burp your ass (Get it?)

40 got one in the head, I'll Dirk your ass (Nowitzki)

Subtract a nigga whole team, I was the worst in math

My bitch got a baby Draco in her Birkin bag

Rio blowin' Runtz in the whip, I ain't smoke (My boy)

Just shot him in the shoulder off the lean, I ain't Dro (Shoulder lean)

Bitch, leave that purse at the crib, I ain't broke

Yeah, bitch, I get a lot of bread, I ain't dough (Get it?)

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]

Me and Key just linked up, somebody gettin' dropped

Make a nigga lean when I bust, I'm shootin' zips of Wock'

I'll drop eighteen hundred shells out two different Glocks

So many rounds, I could shoot from twelve to six o'clock

An eight in one Sprite, it's gettin' flat, I need a different pop

You want a page out this book, I'm 'bout to rip it out

Load the drum up, flick the chop and hit a nigga top

Vest piercers in an FN, I can kill a cop

[Verse 6: FWC Big Key]

Listen, I'll make a nigga have a dream like he Dr. King

All rap niggas get the blues like they got some beams

My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze

My camp'll do a nigga bold if he not with me

My Glock full of bald heads, bitch, shout out to Sweeze

Come through hittin' everybody, bitch, the Glock a freak

If you not fuckin' everybody, bitch, you gotta leave (Bye)

Spent a loose thirty for the kit, bitch, shout out to Key

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]

Listen, you niggas broke, y'all can't get to me

Pop you in the tailbone with the heat, you can't sit with me

Get the bag and hustle by myself, sell my zips for three

Nigga, get off this trampoline, you can't flip with me

I'm from Flint, but I'm plugged with FWC

My nigga Key the undertaker, WWE

Paid cash for these big B's, but I punched the jeans

A nigga sting me, he gon' die like a honeybee

[Outro: FWC Big Key]

Nigga, Cash Gang shit

My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze

If you not fuckin' everybody, bitch, you gotta leave