Tried lyrics

[Verse 1: Webbo]
I'm tired of all these n*ggas, tired of all these hoes
These broke ass n*ggas love to do the most
I don't love no b*tch, but love to hit the road
I touch down in your city, get the bag gone
Catch me breaking down boles in the spot, ask about me in my city, been had it on lock
Last n*ggas disrespected us, we put them on Fox
f*cked me up when they killed my n*gga [?] his watch
[?]
[?] you remember me?
Hell na, I don't know you [?]
Flexin in the 6, in an all white Range
Foreign b*tch, white sticks and we banging flames
Open up a new spot on [?]
[?] b*tch, we hiring
[?] just hit my line, said they firing
My b*tch ain't acting right, she getting fired then
Free [?], free [?], my role model was Big Meech
[?] I just shot the b*tch to [?]
[?] right here in your face, like a [?] trio
Just touched down in Flint, pulled up on my n*gga Rio

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just made a big play, I was with Webbo
This ghetto boys b*tch, free [?]
And since we talking free, they need to free that n*gga [?]
If she suck my di*k, she getting a free pare of stelettos
Man, I'm tired of all these broke b*tches
Bro, we can't count no bands together, you wasn't broke with me
f*ck a duse, I only drink heavy, I'd rather pour 60
[?] red in a pint of wok, that's 4 6's
My unc getting high [?] blow missions
I know somebody dying, you see his nose itching
This b*tch keep wearing weeve, I told her grow intches
[?] in it
7 in the backwood, I don't smoke swisher
20 on me, chilling in the hood with 4 killers
f*ck Michael Jordan, b*tch, I grew up watching dope dealers
I can pull up on Falanders right now, and don't bring no [?]
b*tch, you know I'm locked in
But I'll shoot you, wanna take it there? Let's get it poppin
[?] through the back, let's bring the chop in
It's hard to cool my n*gga down, he a hot head