Yeah, it's Rio, nigga
What up, Key? Cash Gang shit, nigga, let's tell 'em somethin'
Boyz, nigga
(808JACKBOYZ)
I got a pint of red and a four, let's drink twenty lines
Whip the strap out on a nigga, shoot him twenty times
I'll black out on a nigga, beat him 'til he die
I'm hallucinatin', I only see that bitch when I'm high
If it's a problem with the opps, nigga, we gon' slide
If Cash Gang pop him first, me and Key gon' fight
Just let me pop the nigga first to make sure he gon' die
Then y'all can shoot his dead body twice or three more times
Rio, you my nigga
You can pop him just 'cause y'all caught him (Go 'head, bro)
I just did a nigga dirtier than y'all water (Flint)
If it's beef, we watchin' your mama, we what you call stalkers
Stеp back and get to shootin' like Jamal Crawford
It's Big Key, I'm thе youngest nigga trippin'
If you book me for a show, then you gotta book the pistol (Nigga)
All my niggas bustin', they won't let me be a victim
If an opp get dropped, I either did it or I sent 'em, nigga
Ay, I got an old-ass K with two thirty clips
Gave him HIV, I hit his ass with a dirty dick (No homo)
I got a pint of red in a deuce, I'ma take thirty sips
Plus a half of brick of soft, bitch, that's a thirty-six
In the worst position, I use Glocks 'cause they work the best
Swipe a pair of Gucci tiger shoes with the shirt to match
Bought my bitch Chanel slippers with the purse to match
I'll have her up the Glock 26 and murk your ass
Put the pistol to his back, I'll burp your ass (Get it?)
40 got one in the head, I'll Dirk your ass (Nowitzki)
Subtract a nigga whole team, I was the worst in math
My bitch got a baby Draco in her Birkin bag
Rio blowin' Runtz in the whip, I ain't smoke (My boy)
Just shot him in the shoulder off the lean, I ain't Dro
(Shoulder lean)
Bitch, leave that purse at the crib, I ain't broke
Yeah, bitch, I get a lot of bread, I ain't dough (Get it?)
Me and Key just linked up, somebody gettin' dropped
Make a nigga lean when I bust, I'm shootin' zips of Wock'
I'll drop eighteen hundred shells out two different Glocks
So many rounds, I could shoot from twelve to six o'clock
An eight in one Sprite, it's gettin' flat, I need a different pop
You want a page out this book, I'm 'bout to rip it out
Load the drum up, flick the chop and hit a nigga top
Vest piercers in an FN, I can kill a cop
Listen, I'll make a nigga have a dream like he Dr. King
All rap niggas get the blues like they got some beams
My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze
My camp'll do a nigga bold if he not with me
My Glock full of bald heads, bitch, shout out to Sweeze
Come through hittin' everybody, bitch, the Glock a freak
If you not fuckin' everybody, bitch, you gotta leave (Bye)
Spent a loose thirty for the kit, bitch, shout out to Key
Listen, you niggas broke, y'all can't get to me
Pop you in the tailbone with the heat, you can't sit with me
Get the bag and hustle by myself, sell my zips for three
Nigga, get off this trampoline, you can't flip with me
I'm from Flint, but I'm plugged with FWC
My nigga Key the undertaker, WWE
Paid cash for these big B's, but I punched the jeans
A nigga sting me, he gon' die like a honeybee
Nigga, Cash Gang shit
My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze
If you not fuckin' everybody, bitch, you gotta leave