[Intro: Tone'Oh]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Uh-huh

Tone

Say my opps white tee, put some Bounty on it

Gucci hat, that's money on my head, I got a bounty on it

I was [?] on the low, put the county on it

Pull up to my opps' street and park the new Audi on it

What the fuck? [?]

Sellin' dog food, but you can't be around me on it

I don't want that bitch, she was just convenient

I was at the buckout, but you ask me and I never seen it

I never mean it when I tell a freak that I love her

New KRISS Vec', had the lethal weapon, Danny Glover

Had to cop it, you won't understand the next topic

Too much bread on Cash App, uh, that they had to stop it

I was bustin' juggs in the back of math class

Asked my tеacher for some help and gazеd up on that fat ass

Copped a half a brick, but really, this the last time

Skeeted on my parking ticket, hit me with a fat fine

Last time I saw an opp, he seen me, turned to Usain

Bolt and when he saw 'em on his ass like a [?]

Copped a new chain for my bitch out in Ukraine

Beat the eggs up, turned the coochie into soufflé

Touché, she was with me last night, it's a new day

Glock to his dome, off his top like a toupée

Huh, ayy, let me turn around

Made so many sales, the block was hot enough to burn the ground

I heard a sound from your gun, boy, you a rookie

Silencer on mine, took 'em out like some burnt cookies

[?] box him in, had that boy shooken

Got out the cuffs, sent the plug, and got back to juggin'

Yeah, I know I shouldn't, but I love to sell to fiends

Balmain on my ass, fifty in these blue jeans

Do things when I wanna, I'm my own boss

Bitch was takin' pictures in the spot, got her phone tossed

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]

Bitch suckin' dick so good, can't take the phone call

Woke up and put on Burberry, I took VLONE off

810 baby from the trenches, I'm my own boss

Fucked her, then spinned her for a week, I know the ho lost

Hey, what up, my nigga Tone'oh?

You gon' die today after tomorrow, fuck Romeo

Paid sixteen hundred for some sandals, they was open-toed

Unc' was the fuckin' brick man before he got on parole

Y'all might think I'm lyin', but this some true shit

Caught a body, ooh, shit, now I'm eatin' some Ruth Chris

You the type to talk about a nigga, but never do shit

Lay a hand on Da Yung OG, gon' get your crew hit

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]

Drop sixty on a nigga, I had two clips

My mama always told me never trust a bitch with two lips

Bum nigga, I'm talkin' 'bout you if the shoe fit

Four guns on— alright

Why the fuck I got four guns on me now, but I got two hips?

Nigga rolled a blunt of bullshit, that's a deuce stick

This ain't no deuce-deuce, this a Glock 22, bitch

Told the Cali plug I can't leave the state, so he flew it

Thirty-two hundred dollar outfit on

Palm Angels off the Dior, I don't wear VLONE

Bitch, wipe that makeup off your face so I can skeet on it

Damn, I thought I was finna nut, I done peed on her

I just got some clean dope, put my feet on it

You got a flyer? It's ten bands or better to put me on it

Caught myself buyin' an eight of Tris, had a cheap moment

The plug ain't had no more Wock', I broke down, had a weak moment

I don't give a fuck if you die, I don't cry a lot

I get first dibs on the drank 'cause I buy a lot

Stop talkin' 'bout it, you wanna get high, then go buy a pop

Ridin' through the hood in a Lam' truck tryna find the opps

Ghetto Boyz shit