Masterminds lyrics

[Intro]
(Fre$co, that's cold)
(K$hareBeats)

[Verse 1: CashClick Boog]
Drunk a six ounce of Wock', my whole pop polluted
Tell the feds free Gunna Man, they tryna stop the movement
My b*tch into doin' fraud and prostitution
Hop out in a tailormade suit like the mobsters do it
Used to watch Paid N Full, that was my influence
What's the point of havin' soldiers 'round and don't know how to use 'em?
b*tch, you pull that strap out, best know how to use it
Gucci scarf wrapped around my head, but I'm not a Mus—
(A what?), I mean I'm not a Muslim
Just sold a hundred 'bows of loads, I do not be woofin'
I can berak down the AR and not be lookin'
When I pop them pink Percs, my eyes get crooked
Me and Los found the secret sauce, we masterminds
Rio's tryna buy all the drink, I gotta stash some lines
Pull through the hood, jump out and dap my slimes
I be feelin' like we all we got half the time
Ask somebody else to hit they weed, I ain't passin' mine
Pour a deuce in the peach Crush, I never had this kind
Seen an opp with his kids, he get a pass this time
Then seen him by hisself, that's his ass this time
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dog thought he was gettin' off, I had a mag this time
Was ridin' with a brick and a Draco, but the strap was mine
Last time I seen Boogs, we drunk red, I got Act' this time
Cook my dope in expensive water, it was alkaline
Just know a n*gga disrespect me and a Glock gettin' upped
The apple don't fall far from the tree, my pops'll bust
You can leave gas at the gas station, but the pop's a must
Sorry if I had an attitude, I was Wocky'd up
Bro, please don't get your f*ckin' head bust with that c*cky stuff
I need a cleanup on aisle five, she just mopped me up
sh*t I don't want her pus*y, the top enough
Before I bought my son an outfit, I was dressin' choppers up
I got seven ice trays on my neck, but I'm hot as f*ck
If you ain't sellin' dope, you can't stand on the block with us
Last n*gga disrespected me, somebody popped him up
I don't know who did that sh*t, I'm in the O countin' guala up
Every thirty days, I put a hundred thousand up
And I'll sell you some adlibs for three thousand bucks
Listen, bae, I ain't tryna f*ck with your childish butt
Caught them n*ggas sittin' on the strip and shot McDonald's up