Fine Wit Dat lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright, man, you know
Me and Sav got an understanding with this sh*t
Alright

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dum N Dumbber 3, you know we had to do it
Mike took my pill and we got into— oh
He got a pill for me, so we not into it
And no, them people house did not do nothing to me, but I shot into it

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
b*tch pus*y deeper than a b*tch, I stuffed a lot into it
I popped a Perc-30 last night and made a lot of music
We can kill forty-one n*ggas, nine Glocks'll do it
I think I poured like twelve lines up, my pop amusing
n*gga, I'll sell my house for the right check
I think I need nine rounds today, b*tch, I like sex
Walk in, let me see everybody gun, this a pipe check
Deep water, let me say, "b*tch," that's a mic check
They only sent your ass three thousand? That's a light check

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bro, take your chain off, this a diamond check
Talkin' 'bout big beaver, bro, your ass can't even find the set
I just promoted a party, made an Oiler check
How many Youtube views you got? This a subscriber check
You ain't never seen this gun, this a dino TEC
Pole on the shotgun look like we shootin' rhino necks
I ain't gon' lie, Lil Baby hard, but Rylo next
Twenty hoes texted me yesterday, I can't find your text
Ridin' down Saginaw tryna trick, I can't find no sex
[Verse 4: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch suckin' di*k with all shoulders, can't find her neck
No cap, between me and Ri', they sent five Pateks
Do you got that sh*t on you? This a diaper check
I got so much sh*t in my pants, I caught a diaper rash
Cook the whole brick of wet dope, where the dryer at?
On the plane higher than a b*tch like, "Where the pilot at?"
How you n*ggas hotter than me and Mike? Where the fire at?
Man, this b*tch pus*y loose, where some pliers at?
Her friend ass flatter than a b*tch, she got an iron back
AR shine light on your spine, it's a Diamondback
Ri' said he f*cked my new b*tch and I'm fine with that
Man, I miss my old b*tch, where's Diamond at?
You said you paid twenty for the chain, where the diamonds at?
I'm tryna put my balls in her mouth, where Lariyah at?
Man, I need my hair redid, where Taniah at?
Made a hundred racks last summer, July exact
I ain't gon' lie, I can't even think of sh*t that rhyme with that
Mike just f*cked my main b*tch and I'm fine with that
Damn, I think I did it twice
I hit her ass from the back, we had a vivid night
I don't eat pus*y, bae, you lucky if I lick it twice
Alright, I got my mind made up, I'm trickin' twice
Told the b*tch I need a thousand dollars, that's the renter price
Just gon' 'head and chop your neck off, boy, you rentin' ice
b*tch pus*y got more miles than a— than a, yeah
b*tch pus*y got more miles than a longsleeve from Enterprise
Damn, c'mon