RIO FREE lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, Money Is Not Everything
Ghetto free, n*gga
This what y'all asked for, right?
It's my turn now, sh*t, I let y'all n*ggas do what y'all had to do, you know what I'm sayin'?
This sh*t crazy, man
Just think about it, though, Ghetto

[Verse]
Pulled a Maybach to the Greyhound, this my first day out
He used to be the brick man, he doin' burpees now
I ain't never cook the dope, C learned me how
I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday chow (f*ck the fire, we got grease)
It's been a long time comin', it was quick, though
Sixty months in the feds, it wasn't sh*t, though
Louis Timbs cost a whole pint of Trish O's
Rolls truck at the airport, I gotta dip, bro
I got a bunch of sh*t to do, it's gon' be quick, though
I gotta jump on my lil' b*tch, I'm tryna hit road
We got a whole pint poured, we don't sip fours
I went to jail with tight clothes, now it's big clothes
I had a forty-year-old man callin' me big bro
A half a million in deposits, that's for six shows
Still on the same sh*t, bro, keep squeezin' 'til the clip gone
C got an eight, I got an eight, sh*t, that's a brick poured
I drank a hundred pints in jail, you can ask Sosa
They ain't never found my phone, I hid it in the lotion
In a drop-head Ghost, the ceiling by the groceries
Maybach two bucks, I'm puttin' armor on it
One day, I did some bullsh*t, I know my karma comin'
My cousin did some bullsh*t, now he not my cousin
And I'ma keep it real with you, I'll pop my cousin
I took a plea and did my time, I am not my cousin
And f*ck it, if your daddy told, he is not my uncle
Why would I buy a Hellcat and I got Brabus money?
I told bro go to Flint and get a coffin for me
He came back with a four of Act', it started talkin' to me
Come around on loose sh*t, you gon' get steamrolled
We got Pai, Quagen, Tris, and some green poured
When I got them first M's, I put my team on
I bought some cut dope from bro and put some clean on it
This n*gga thinkin' with the money, put a fiend on him
How you gon' shoot one time with the Glock? Put a thing on it
Hit the button on that b*tch, it be like, "Brrt, bap"
Five people got killed, it got the hood hot
Four n*ggas in a Trackhawk, I wish we would stop
n*gga, Da Yung OG back home, I wish you would drop
Money is not everything, it's the only thing
I went six hundred with Wafi and went only chains
I was thinkin' 'bout bustin' a Rollie, but the Rollie plain
Was finna buy some drank from Snook 'nem, but then my crodie came
I just did four years, I'm a lonely man
Ten pointers in my Rio piece, I ain't go to Dang
Catch me screamin' RIP Quanny at the Notre Dame
The way she gave that head up, she don't own a brain
Make it thunderstorm in this b*tch, we control the rain
Wayne fell asleep makin' beats, I'ma go to Dame
We went gold and they ain't play us on the radio
Baby mama f*ckin' up my mood, man, I hate that ho
Got some 'za 'bows for twenty-two, but they shaky, though
Why you pass the gun to lil' cuz? You know he shaky, bro
Me and Lou in that TRX, we some gear shifters
I went GIA my ears, I don't hear n*ggas
How you gon' pull up to the trap with my kids with you?
Scored a cheap four of Actavis, it cost twelve-fifty
He want a 'bow, but I ain't ridin' with paraphernalia, bring a scale with you
I'm a real hustler, I'll sell chicken
Semi on a hundred-round drum, it shot for twelve minutes
Why every time somebody get shot, they say Trael did it?
We ain't in the street sh*t, we just sell lyrics
b*tch pus*y locked up, it's a stale biscuit
I got a million dollars cash, bring some help with you
And I only got two kids, but I'll belt n*ggas