US 23 lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got a gun on me right now
Twelve hundred dollars for a pipe, n*gga, pipe down
Gotta drink a four straight to get started, let's get high now
Big Bird got the Glock off an E, finna bite down (His name's Pablo)
I'm on 7 Mile, Spudd showed me how to press
This eleven thousand, finna buy a pint of Tech
I own seven houses, n*gga, f*ck a rap check
Plus my credit climbin', finna have an M quick
I'm a second-timer, can't get caught with another stick
But I'm never dyin', known for shootin' n*ggas in they sh*t
Can't believe a hatin' broke-ass n*gga said I snitched
Remove the "S" and the "N" and the "T," b*tch, I'm rich
Eyeballin', I don't know what I just poured, I think a six
Every time a n*gga say somethin' 'bout a bird, I'm thinkin' bricks
But I ain't talkin' 'bout a white dove
Don't let the liquor hype you up and get popped, I don't fight in clubs
I just smoked so many Blacks, I need to buy a lung
Mike my real brother, so I'm ridin' with him, right or wrong
Catch me at the Boost store right on Welch, tryna buy a phone
Like, what you need a crew of n*ggas for? You gon' die alone
[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ah, yeah, I still pour fours of— yeah
I still— damn, alright
I still pour fours of drank in the Styrofoam (Drank)
How you still tryna find a crib? You can't find a home (Ain't got no house)
n*gga signed a bullsh*t record deal, he can't drop a song (Aha)
I'll firebomb a n*gga crib, stop, drop, and roll
This n*gga can't afford steak and lobster, he eatin' sloppy joes (Ain't got no money)
Do you really know the Coochie Man? He got a lot of hoes (Coochie Man)
I don't sit in one spot too long, I just stop and go (I'm gone)
I'm in and out, I found another way, I got a different route (Yeah)
He jumped in the game missin' shots, I had to sit him out
Don't mind me, sometimes I'm fightin' demons, get to trippin' out (Trippin')
I don't never go to sleep with hoes, I put b*tches out (Never)
Performed at Rolling Loud, I seen b*tches pullin' titties out (They did?)

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I'm a Backwood smoker, I hate Al Capone
Bought a pint, drunk an eight, sold a four, but I stashed a four
Would you believe me if I said I ain't tax no more?
I had to sit down and think like, "It's rap or dope"
Should I rap or sell dope? I had to pick one
Group full of hoes came in, ain't had to pick one
I bought twenty-eight— alright
I bought twenty-eight flavors from A1, I couldn't pick one
They steady blowin' up my phone, I ain't pickin' up
Drop a big-ass n*gga with a punt, ambulance come pick him up
I just poured a muddy-ass— ah
I just poured a muddy-ass pop with a six in one
That's a six in a one-liter
I just hit the pint raw, got my tongue fiendin'
We just got in an argument 'bout our cups, they was uneven
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay]
This a Jubilee, this ain't nothin' like a presi'
This a Gucci tee, it was real close to seven
Oh, you want smoke? You gon' get blew down if I inhale it
Want beef, I'ma pop you, now you real close to Heaven
Plugged in, twenty-seven for a brick in Houston, Texas
So many chains on, I might lose a necklace
b*tch bad, but she can't suck di*k, I'm losin' interest
The Glock 9 mine, the Ruger a rental
Hundred n*ggas in the crowd, I'ma shoot in the middle
In the middle of the hood, takin' a photoshoot in a Bentley
It might not sound right, but I'm pourin' juice in a Simply
At this point, I cut my stomach open, pourin' juice out my kidney
Had good pus*y, left your boo with a hickey
Made a million by myself, I'ma poop on the industry
You don't gotta rap for real, living proof, it's just chemistry
My granny sold her son all the drank, she a new enemy
They like, "Rio signed to Peezy and to Louie independently"
Me, Mike, and Lou dropped a chain, it's new-pendant me
Nodded off the drank cookin' dope, mama found me in the kitchen sleep
Three thousand for an FN, I buy expensive heats
f*ck the price, I'm tryna live life, I depend on these (Hold on, Ri, let me get it)

[Verse 5: YN Jay]
I spent twenty thousand on guns, this expensive beef (Okay)
This chair I'm sittin' on right now is an expensive seat (No bullsh*t)
b*tch went and got a BBL, she got expensive cheeks (Ooh)
b*tch went and got her smile fixed, she got a— oh my (Damn)
b*tch went and got her smile done, she got expensive teeth (Ayy, she did?)
I'm ridin' in a Hellcat, listenin' to Chicken P (Huh?)
You wouldn't believe how much I spent on my kitchen sink (No cap)
I pulled up in a Redeye, you'd think the whip can blink (Damn)
Ooh, I got a b*tch shakin' ass too
Damn, she can shake that ass slow and do it fast too (Pick it up)
My new b*tch got ass and she bad too (She pretty)
These hoes can't f*ck with my b*tch, that's why they mad too (They mad)
[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
GrindHard, my whole family depend on me
Taxin' for the pills, I ain't never been to Tennessee
Twenty-five a gram, I remember it was ten a G
Fifteen for the 7.50 five-hundreds, I want ten apiece
Woke up with a thousand, end up— ah
Woke up with a thousand, went to sleep with ten on me
Times ten, that's a hundred thousand
This sh*t gettin' out of hand, I need a money counter
My white boy got some wax, but I wanted flower
I tried to trade his ass some pills, but he wanted powder
Told my next sale twenty minutes, but I took an hour
He wanted uppers, but I sold him downers
Pistol in the bed, AR on the counter
Let a n*gga touch one of mine, it's gon' be a problem
Baow, hit him in the head, he gon' need some trauma
Tryna buy a whole brick, must be an out-of-towner