(Marc Boomin, this you?) What up, Marc Boomin? It's Rio Da Yung OG, nigga, Boyz in this bitch Free Big Ghetto Yeah I still know how to shit talk too, nigga Pull this Glock off my hip and let the stick talk Listen up, I'm finna show you how to shit talk Shoot a nigga with a K, blow his hip off Hollow tip graze his face, knock his lips off Put a whole bitch on the scale, it's a zip off Hoodie on, run inside his house and let the clip off They don't know who did it, it's a puzzle like a jigsaw I don't sip, I drink my cup fast, take the lid off If he survive this headshot, he a vegetable If you ain't got a dub or shot a gun, I can't stand next to you Up the snubnose and shoot you twice, I won't wrestle you I put it on the scale and cracked a smile, this an extra two Stop actin' like you catchin' bodies, that was never you I don't drink pops, I done poured my drink in every juice Buy a pint and pour up eight times, I'm pourin' every deuce She been gettin' her back blew out, the pussy very loose Got a roll on me with a blue strip down the middle A nigga slid on me, I dropped two clips out a pistol We on our way OT, it's like two bricks in this rental Stomp a nigga out, now he toothless, he need dentures Fell in love with dope, now I'm losing all my interests 'Cause I know some niggas doing music making millions If he survive this chop, I'ma shoot him with the nickel Don't give a fuck if I had to do it at the 'spital Now let— now— now let's go to war In here tryna cook a half a chicken, nigga, close the door When I caught my first body, you was on the porch Kidnap your son, pour alcohol on his open sores I been drinkin' codeine, I got open pores Got into it with a big nigga, left him on the floor Young dog got fifty on the K, he just wanna score Thousand for the scope on my AR, I can focus more We ain't have no sliced cheese, we had Focus: HOPE On Christmas, I was gettin' shit I need, I ain't want a coat It's Mr. Bust a Brick Down, I done broke the dope Bitch pussy wet as fuck, it can float a boat Nigga think he fuckin' with me, he must be smokin' dope You must wanna die Nigga, you can't get high off your own supply Shoot so many shots, we could start our own Fourth of July They subpoenaed bro to come to court, he was forced to lie Nigga think I'm pussy, you must think that a horse can fly Last nigga tried that shit, of course he died Who got some old Hi-Tech? I'm tryna pour a five I ain't got no sleep in like two weeks, I bet I snore tonight Swear I wanna make time with my bitch, but I'm recording tonight You watched your mans get jumped and all you did was record the fight That pop light as hell, boy, next time, just pour out some Sprite