[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]

(It's a Wayne beat)

What up, Wanye? Ghetto Boyz shit

Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]

First off, Ghetto Boyz the clique I claim

Wore a rope to go and buy my ice, this the pick-up chain

Paranoid, make too much noise, four-nickel bang

Four pockets full, eighty racks, I might trick today

Eleven in the morning, I already drunk a six today

I might spend ten racks just on drip today

Yeah, I rap, but I just might make a brick flip today

That might be close, that ain’t Actavis, let me lick the drank

[Verse 2: YN Jay]

I got Tris, Wock', and red, you can pick the drank

I got bad bitches at my shows and they finna faint

Brodie snuck the, ah

Brodie snuck the burner in the club, got me feelin' safe

Mad as fuck I pulled up on timе, got me feelin’ late

Bitch walked in triplе D, I think her titties fake

Young nigga run to the money like we in a race

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]

Stuffed dick in your bitch mouth, made her fix her face

Bitch said she cookin' lamb chops, bitch, I need a plate

I don't want no more ramen noodles, bitch, I need a steak

I ain't comin' over just to fuck, bitch, I'm here to stay

Opp took a piece off his head, call him flattop

Bitch pulled up big booty, she got ass shots

No disrespect, run up a check until the bag drop

Seen my nigga Wayne make two hundred off his laptop

[Verse 4: Louie Ray]

These hoes hangin' on to me like when a crab lock

Damn, I guess they holdin' on

I leave items everywhere ’cause I’m a rolling stone

The lines, keep a couple niggas with me, can't roll alone

Get a nigga popped, put your soldier on

Okay, us to Flint is like when Bird put the ’Nolia on

I can cruise through the 6, be on the 7 'cause I know the zones

You know I gotta bust the plain down, blowed a seven alone

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]

Hittin' the corners hot 'cause the feds got a tail on me

I don’t sell dope, why the fuck I got a scale on me?

Caught a nigga lackin' off the turtle, dropped shells on him

Cooked some straight drop work, it's a pale color

Followed the opp all the way to Portland, we trailed his Blazer

I'm off two double C's, so when I nut, it's a Chanel flavor

Bought a 2020 Ram truck today, I might sell it later

The Hi-Tech turned brown on us, the red ancient

[Verse 6: YN Jay]

Hit a bitch every holiday, I'ma celebrate her

Every two days I go up, I'm an elevator

When you see the opps, you don't shoot, you a hesitater

I'm off Wock', I was sleep, but I was woke, I'm a meditator

Fuck her sister, got her beefin' with her twin, I'm a separator

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]

Damn, we couldn't afford that new house, we Section 8ers

Bitch pulled up training bra, yeah, she flat-chested

Call me when you got some lean, I'm an Act' tester

Fuck around and burnt the brick twice, it got black feathers

Hit his car with the four-nick, he got a crackheader

Hit a big bitch off a Perc', I'm a fat stretcher

Bitch ran off with my cake, I'ma whack Deborah

[Verse 8: Louie Ray]

If she ain't got what she supposed to when I get there, I'ma smack Stella

My focus is the breakdown, I'm from the crack era

You can't even count what I just spent, boy, it's no tellin' (Not at all)

I done got hot, my temperature read I'm meltin'