RPs - Cash Click Boog, Rio Da Yung OG, Sada Baby

I just popped an RP, that’s a real perky

Lost a bar in '05 and it still hurt me

Drunk a 12 oz of clean now my ribs hurting

Hit your bitch in your crib, hope your kids heard me

Shot this Glock a bunch of times, but it’s still working

Everybody telling now, I’m starting to feel nervous

On my way to Daly City for a pill purchase, what you know about a thousand pack

of M30s

2Shott say he wanna go, he just need a rental

2 bad hoes in Palm Springs, spend the weekend with them

All I hang around is scandalous and sketchy niggas

So he probably got a pistol if you see me with them

If she ain’t talking selling pussy I might reconsider

Your bitch rode the dick, stuck my wee-wee in her

Heard we mixing lactose, tell me bring my blender

First day I sign my deal, imma bring my niggas

First day I sign my deal, imma call my plug, and the lean man;

bring me all my

drugs

It feel like I robbed a bank with all these god damn dubs

I just mixed the drank, nigga I’m poured up

Everytime I hit the county I did not roll up

In my cell rolling reefer that’s how I rolled up

500 for the hustling, you wear 501s

When it was time to catch a body, you did not go once

Ain’t gone speak about them bodies, no, I’m better than that

But I hate them niggas, confederate flag

I only smoke exotic weed cuz it help me relax

Prolly by myself, but I’m heavily strapped

Verse 2: Sada Baby

Used to drink liquour, beat niggas up in my 501s

Now it’s blue hundreds and Amiri’s, these is not no 1s

Ask the motherfucking **, they ain’t got no guns

All em bitches, got the scopes legs and the drums

I put my elbow on that shit when I remix the pack

I got my foot all in the pot, fiends be tasting that

I say I step all on that dope, I put my soul in it

They say it’s smoke up in the air, we put your soul in it

She want hit the blade for me, then I’m gone send her home

Imma killer and he pushed me so I did him wrong

Should have listened to his momma told him leave me 'lone

AR on me do him bad;

talking to the bone

You wouldn’t know no top side if it was on your stove

Got my first bands hand to hand, wasn’t on no phone

First bands ain’t come off no scam got em off the road

Transportin em cash cuz down the way I should have poured one

Nigga you don’t remember glass pints, you never sold one

Now have me sipping Akorn, miss the old ones

I drop a 4, pop a perc, bitch I’m on one

No *** I can’t fuck with the long ones

In my opinion RPs is the strong ones

Them things let you hit that monk-a-donk

Give her perc dick in the whip think she homeless

Hit that chicken tender from the back til she boneless

I know I ain’t got it all, ain’t gotta tell me that

Nigga pulled up with the fake joints can’t sell me that

Made me kill you and your daddy, where the hell he at?

Like who the fuck sent you my way, where the hell he from?

Fuck around get to shooting at everybody better tell me somethin

Chopstick hold a hunnid somebody tell me why the hell he running

Louboutin Glock like yella beezy got the LB bussin

All the whips red with the Hemis you can tell we bomin

Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG

Ay, what up boogie down, everybody getting money nigga look around

We in the club smoking big, make em shut it down

I guess I’m finna smoke a nigga, ain’t no Runtz around

I’m in Cali, getting high, drinking Morten Grove

Used to be a dusty nigga I ain’t poured no mo'

Used to hit a different bitch every day, I ain’t a whore no mo'

Caught a case, 50 on a lawyer, I ain’t got court no mo'

The first day I sign my deal I’m buying a hunnid Glocks

60 FNs and like twenty chops

I make a 20 strip a week, I used to punch the clock

Started beefing when it hot and got his brother shot

I got some new cut for the dog that look like butterscotch

A nigga say he caught me slipping that’s a fucking lie

You woulda died in 14 days like a butterfly

Caught him at the light and blew his ass with a rusty 9

Now you can’t cuz you just had to watch yo cousin die (terrible)

40 shots, imma squeeze it til the muzzle hot

My granny listen to my music, I can’t cuss a lot (shh)

When I was broke my bitch was mad, she used to fuss a lot

Now I got pape, I be fucking til my muscles lock

All tears, 501s this a hustler now (damn)

I might get teary-eyed I’m in here onion chopping

Who need some adderall 30s?

I think my uncle got em (I think bo got em)

Catch an opp on halloween, he getting his pumpkin popped

We got a new plug on the lean, ain’t no running out

I might put ** on pint and make a hundred ounces

That nigga prolly feeling good, I bet his stomach not

A nigga system backed up, he need a plunger now

Let the plug give me the back, gave him the run-around

Caught an opp walking outta court and I punched him out

308. got power, aim it at a tree and cut it down

(Yeahhhh, what up boog nigga it’s Rio in this bitch

Boys and you know whats going on)