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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, it's Rio, n*gga
What up, [?]? (I got so much Enrgy)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I been lookin' for the blood like I'm in CSI
Hi-Tech, I'm tryna buy a pint, I'll pay seventy-five
I just drunk an eight straight, yeah, I'm fairly high
Shot him in his sh*t, he braindead, n*gga barely died
I be gettin' high as planes, but I'm scared to fly
Young dog out here livin' reckless, not a care for life
The plug blessed me on the work with a scary price
Can't get enough of your love, I feel like Barry White

[Verse 2: AK Bandamont]
sh*t, that was a [?]
You get your chain snatched at every show, you need to quit rappin'
Finna load these bitcoins up, I need a dump after
f*ck around and bust before I f*ck, b*tch, I f*ck backwards
Came around my mom with dog sh*t on me and she done smacked me
Throw a clean 'fit on and pop a n*gga, b*tch, this gun fashion
I'll pull up on a n*gga in a McLaren
Hit his zip with ten, made it fifty, I done Ric Flair'd him

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I think I knocked the dope up, I hit it every night
In San Francisco 'bout to catch this play, b*tch, I'm Jerry Rice
Tryna scrap, I quickly pulled out strap like I'm scared to fight
Shot a n*gga with a twenty-five, I hit him seven times
Made his stupid ass crap like a pair of dice
Jumped in the game and eat this sh*t alive, I'm a parasite
Four-five Glock, caught him in the store, had to spare his life
Then I stretched him on the side like a pair of Mikes
[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
sh*t, me and Ri, this sh*t legendary
I came up on them scripts and gave them pills to Kerry
He got [?], ran in his crib and brung them pills to carry
She put my AK in her name, I'm finna marry her
One night, I hit three hoes, I feel like Hugh Hefner
I flip three P's a week in my sleep, b*tch, I ain't stressin'
I made two bands off my cousin servin' fake Techy
The ho done told my main b*tch we f*ckin', b*tches stay wreckin'

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
You wanna f*ck, just call, b*tch, I hate textin'
Her pus*y wet, I popped a Percocet and bust in eight seconds
My fiend hit a line of crystal meth and start break dancin'
I charged him twelve hundred a zip and sold him Cake Batter
Man, I hate actors
But I just hit the scene drinkin' Act', bro, I ain't an actor
Gucci shoes cost your rent, they got a snake pattern
Just did a B&E with my fiend, he a safe cracker

[Verse 6: AK Bandamont]
b*tch, call the ambulance
Go dig your lil' brother up, I'm on some savage sh*t
I used to be an analyst, but now I manage sh*t
I over-stuff the stick, but drop the n*gga before I jam the clip
All that loose talk on the 'net will get your cabbage split
Got hella cut sh*t in my stash, look like a bag of grits
Showed pops 'bout the new dope game and got my daddy rich
You had your pops play middleman and got your daddy killed
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
He pulled up in a CTS and got his Caddy flipped
I pulled up in an SRT and made a tranny slip
If I get pulled over with the drank, this my granny sh*t
Made her stuff eleven hundred pills 'cause her panties big

[Verse 8: AK Bandamont]
b*tch, call this cocaine music
You gon' take dope fiends out the hood, they gon' remain users
I don't really like the Daytona, but, b*tch, the paint stupid
I'm finna slide on you shortly, [?] user