No Hook - Rio Da Yung OG

Yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit, you know what the fuck going on

Shit on the floor

(Marc Boomin, this you?)

Free the ghetto, nigga, we still on that nigga

Y’all niggas can’t fuck with us

Yeah

(Boomin need extras)

Everybody got 3 chains on

Everybody got a thang on 'em, think you robbin' who?

Take a chunk out his head, that’s what the chopper do

Pull to the hood, count the money up, alright I gotta scoot

Got a hundred racks on the floor, like we about to shoot

Middleman bought a Presi' off a hundred pounds of glue

Got a Bo for thirteen, sold the bitch for twenty-two

Swiped the watch for thirty racks, sold it back for twenty too

Bitch, I’m a real hustler

In a twenty-twenty 'Vette, it look like mustard

Yea I was fucking both of them, and they like cousins

Nodding off every 30 minutes, cause the sprite muddy

I’m off a blue-thirty, 2 chains and one watch, that’s 2 birdies

Sixty racks for the kit, so that’s two thirties

Caught a body broad day, it was 2:30, I had 2 30's

You better move swift

Cause we got another Glock, and bought a new switch

So many rounds in 30 seconds, I had 2 clips

Keep it on me everyday, ain’t on no lose shit

3 chains and ain’t signed, on my Lou shit

Fucking with the Fetty Wap, I got a blue brick

Finna make another M, I got the blueprint

Stepped on a whole brick of soft and left the shoe

Clip longer than a pool stick

I’m finna buy a 80 carat diamond bracelet

Pour 6 in a 20 ounce pop, I wanna taste it

Get 3 pops out a pint, I waste it

Stop putting your Sky Dweller in the camera 'fore I take it

Yea I still be on that one shit

I still pop pop pop, till the gun click

I’m Mr. pull up on the scene with a 'hun strip

Glock got a drum clip, beating cases like a drumkit

Missed out on 20 racks cash, I was rushing

Flipped out and beat my bitch ass, it was for nothing

Nigga go against the mob, giving free smoke, want a blunt lit?

I done fucked her and her friend on a drunk tip

Mike ridin' with some shit make a bus flip

Bumped into a opp going to Hutch getting my bust fixed

Every time I pick your hoe up, she gon' suck dick

Bitch prolly talkin' about me to her friends, cause I bust quick

I just bought another handgun

Before we fucked with the blues, had a ten run

Caught a opp at Home Depot, hit him with a nail gun

She gon' let the Yung OG fuck, and get her nails done

Just got into a fight with my sell, and the scale won

They tried to initiate me into the cartel, I got a bale

Big bro went to the feds and he had the best cell-phone

Made a 100 racks on house arrest and I was basically in jail at home, nigga

So I don’t really wanna hear excuses

You can do what the fuck you want, if you wanna do it

You ain’t never hear me mad at a nigga that

Everybody got pape 'n jewelry, you don’t know who rap, man it’s so confusing

I get real love… I heard the opps at the party, I’mma still come

Y’all was buying air cartridges, ah-ha, I had a real gun

Hope big cause' get an appeal, he had a pill run