Bars - Rio Da Yung OG

What up, SAV?

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Mm

I got no love for a fake nigga

I got four guns on my waist, nigga

Took a cap full of Activist, it taste different

Dumb as fuck, ridin' with a gun and got a case pending

Just sold a pound of Runtz with a Q, he’ll shake in it

How the fuck is he the young OG? My face different

Before I buy a cake, I tell my fiend smash his face in it

Before I buy an eight, I sip it raw, that’s taste testing

Switch on the Glock (Grrt), that’s eight seconds

My bitch on the clock, mad as fuck 'cause I ain’t text her

Bruh, I swear to God the drank clean, I ain’t stressin'

Could’ve been signed a major record deal, but I ain’t press it

Who you know made two-hundred by they self, nigga?

Who you know buy Louis shoes without the belt, nigga?

I done tried this shit too many times, I can’t help niggas

How the fuck them niggas looking for me? I’m on Welch with it

I’m fucked up might buy a Glock and get the flicking at myself with it

Might buy a red camera to take pictures of myself with it

Still amaze me, I be havin' to listen to myself trippin'

When a bitch took her pants off, I kind of smelled Trist'

I’m by myself, I might buy a two liter and pour a twelve in it

I got a real plug, if you buy enough, he throw in a scale with it

If you see me with my double cup, don’t bother me

What the fuck is a Hellcat? It’s just a car to me

Ran up a lot of green shit selling collard greens

FN57, green tips, it’s hard to breathe

Was finna walk out on the drink, but it be hard to leave

Rude as hell, just walked past a bitch, ain’t say, «Pardon me»

Baby, I can’t put the lean down, it’s a part of me

Don’t get too deep in that water, my sharks’ll eat

Numb as hell, I ain’t got no feelings, my heart don’t beat

AK, it’ll make your car stop, don’t start with me

Yes, sir

Yes, sir