Oz of Crack lyrics

[Intro]
(David Wesson)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm a Ghetto Boy, I grew up in poverty
Apply this pressure on these n*ggas, make 'em tired of me
In the club, smokin' hella weed with my Glock on me
Ain't no liquor, me and bro just drunk a pint of lean
Cut a n*gga head off and make taco meat
Put some bread on the ham like I'm 'bout to eat
Whip a zip of hard for the fiends and swap it out for lean
Buy a brick of soft for my team, and credit card machines
Pint of red in my body, I can't really focus
I gotta press a thousand pills, it's gon' take the longest
Gotta hide this drank from my mama, she gon' make me pour it
I got a gallon in her basement, she don't even know it
I had like seven thousand on me, I ain't even show it
'Cause the ones who flash they stash really be the brokest
Crack f*cked my uncle vision up, but he still smokin'
Peezy told me, "Stay focused, we got them Ms comin'"

[Chorus: Peezy]
Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh)
My b*tch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah)
I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah)
Pay attention, lil' n*gga, I can teach you how to stack
I got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga (They mad)
They mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga
I got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga (They mad)
Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, n*gga (Ooh, sh*t)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
We know you got a couple dollars, n*gga, be humble
'Cause C'll blow your head off, and he don't need money
Really livin' in them trenches, you ain't seen nothin'
Hold on, bro, don't pull off just yet, I got a fiend comin'
I really love the Hi-Tech, I got a thing for her
I ain't never cheated on her with that green woman
I really live the sh*t I say, this ain't no dream, homie
Long-nosed six-shot four-four, it got a beam on it
My b*tch purse cost a pint, I told her, "Take it back"
Just give me two or three weeks and I could make it back
sh*t, I fell off last year, I'm just shakin' back
Bro is not the f*ckin' engineer, that sh*t you makin' trash
If you could put 'em in position, n*gga, make it happen
Made ten in two days, but I could make it faster
Make the money then save it, this the "stay up" challenge
I know the n*gga who sell blow if I don't make it rappin'

[Chorus: Peezy]
Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh)
My b*tch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah)
I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah)
Pay attention, lil' n*gga, I can teach you how to stack
I got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga (They mad)
They mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga
I got these n*ggas mad 'cause I'm on, n*gga (They mad)
Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, n*gga (Ooh, sh*t)