48503 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just stuck my di*k, in this lil' b*tch esophagus
Sold a brick on John R in front the Metropolitan
Drove to Pontiac, dropped on the opps out a Bonneville
I'm plugged, I just got a pint for a $100 bill
Balenciaga Track 2's on, I'll chase you down
2 phones, on one I sell bricks, the other eighths and dimes
When I sold dope, I wasn't picky, I was takin' nine
Give me a sandwich bag full of change, I'll take all dimes

[Verse 2: West Warren King]
I had a 5ball on me ridin' back from Flint
48503, I love that b*tch, yeah, I hustle in it
Brody tryna whip a whole brick, put his muscle in it
It's 2020 f*ckin' time cut, you n*ggas out here snitchin'
Bust a Honey Backwood down and stuff Bookie in it
Count up 30,000 real quick, got my fingers crampin'
Just popped a n*gga up on Plainview, now my Ruger jammin'
Rio cooked the whole brick of dog, then he body slammed it

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I cooked the brick of dog up and I suplexed it
FN with 12 clips to it, b*tch, I'm too extra
Hit him in his head, make sure he dead, the other two extra
3 hoes, I hate one of them though, the other two special
Itchin' like I got eczema, that's a OxyContin
I think I'm done with this rap sh*t, I'm a Roxy buyer
Throwin' money out my top window, sound like bodies droppin'
I'm paranoid, we sprayed the house up, I think I shot somebody
[Verse 4: West Warren King]
b*tch, don't be lookin' at my crazy, hoe, these jeans purple
.45 tucked in my Ethikas, I walk like Steve Urkel
My lean head be givin' buck 50's for a 3 of purple
I shot dawg, but I was off the xans, I ain't mean to hurt him
Young dawg, if you want a zip of soft, but you don't know how to cook it
2 cops just ran inside the spot, I think these n*ggas crooked
2 Glocks, I shot him 20 times, I got his body cookin'
Whipped the pint of lean, I used Dimetapp and Robitussin

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I had this on yesterday, b*tch, I know I'm musty
All I'm worried 'bout is my pockets, boy, I know they chunky
I'm damn near happy Somerset closed, I been blowin' money
10 a piece for these tracer rounds, so I'm throwin' money
Yeah, I'm throwin' vest piercers
Turn on the flash and flick at a n*gga, I take the best pictures
Damn, this Draco loud as f*ck, I went deaf flickin'
Had the Glock on me at Jay party, I'm in the vest trippin'
'96 Impala with a 'Vette engine
A stepper with that Glock if you walkin', so we step different
Groupie tried to make me nut in her, b*tch, you set trippin'
I shot twice like Folk down, you crippin', we bang sets different

[Verse 6: West Warren King]
Yeah, this sh*t on the floor
Wrap a n*gga body in a sheet, and turn him to a ghost
The Molly got these stupid b*tches geeked, they tryna drive the boat
Up $20,000 out my jeans, they say I'm doin' the most
Yeah, b*tch, I love Flint
You lil' n*ggas been sippin' rerock, I guess y'all love to hit
My young n*gga been punchin' Scat Packs, I told him, "Put me hip”
These Mike Amiri jeans some 32s, the b*tches barely fit
But let me guess, you n*ggas really got the bag movin'
Stop lyin', 'cause how the f*ck you winnin' and your mans losing
f*cked 2 times, I put the b*tch on blocked, 'cause she still choosy
Just shot a n*gga at a dice game, 'cause there ain't no losing
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Aye, King, sh*t I love the D
On West Warren dangling with no strap, half a dub on me
Just left with my 'migo, he tryna throw a half of ton of weed
Doin' that one dance in the pus*y, got my muscles weak

[Verse 8: West Warren King]
b*tch, I had to wait my turn
I ran off on the plug too early, that was a lesson learned
Then a n*gga ran off on me, look how the tables turned
Pull up on a n*gga on the job, like I know Big Worm