[ Featuring Rio Da Yung OG ]
Gentlemen, this is a five-hundred-a-plate dinner
Oh, five hundred, oh, okay
Alright, no problem, here, put us down for, uh
Put us down for four in case we want seconds
Bitch, they heard we taxin'
Pull up tryna match that bullshit, nigga, we scrappin'
40, that's my bae, I can't hold her like a weak bladder
Pop a nigga, then forget about it couple weeks after
Everything me and Rio get on, they say we snappin'
Put some pressure on him, he gon' break, weak plastic
Hit the road, poured up an eight, then took a deep napper
Told bro I know how to punch, he threw a piece at me
Drink an eight and smoke a whole zip, now I got energy
Blew his head off from far away, J.F. Kennedy
They gave my unc' life for sellin' dope and he sixty-three
Barack came in office in '08 and gave him clemency
I'm still killin' Tay, he stole my bike in elementary
Bumped into his ass last year like, "You remember me?"
Shot him in his leg with a K, they call him Limpy T
I used to be a fiend, I would've killed you for a zip of lean
Smoke a nigga, then smoke a zip, then move to Tennessee
I'm taxin' for the power, Consumers Energy
In the USA makin' a play, my shoes from Italy
Caught a case out the States, blew up an embassy
I got some lil' circle orange pills, I want one-ten a piece
Just Johnny Caged a nigga at the store, I should've finished him
Bust a nigga watermelon open with a lemon squeeze
All I really smoke is Pink Runtz and Billy Kimber weed
Finna pull up on Freaky T, he got some different weed
Gelato 33 and Oreo Cake, I get it ten a G
Have my white boy crack your safe for a hit of clean
New AR came with more legs than a centipede
Bitch, I'm finna act dangerous
Hi-tech, Wockhardt, and Morton cool, but that Act' dangerous
Bro told me to leave the streets alone, but I'm back danglin'
Bought my bitch some Louis, took 'em back, she got fat ankles
I just smoked a half, now I look like a Black Asian
Made her sell ass on Craigslist, I couldn't Backpage it
Hit her, now she walkin' with a hunch, I'm a back-breaker
Take the soft, drop it in the pot, I'm a crack maker
Pussy, you don't want static
Drunk the pint before I even bought it, I'm a dope addict
Bought a Scat' but it wasn't loud enough, I added Flowmasters
Boog grew a pound in thirty days, he a grow-master
Rob a nigga, pop his ass once, he get a poke after
Tape his son up, then hit the E-way in Roadmaster
Poured a six in a small pop, it taste so nasty
Let the hoes suck my dick at once, it make 'em both happy
Unc' still buyin' 3X tees, man, he so corny
Counted up ten bands in all blues, me so horny
Dog ain't have no money for a feat', he threw me two 40s
Did a show for eleven hundred, but only threw forty
Ayy, let's get this shit poppin'
Plugged in, I can get the R's for six dollars
My son like steak, he ain't ever ate no McDonald's
Left school and went straight to work like I skipped college
I ain't had no job, my first sale was my bitch mama
Rollie fake as hell, I can hear that bitch tick tockin'
Niggas f*cked up, do anything for a quick dollar
Niggas said I'm broke, that's like sayin' you seen a sick doctor
What is this? What is this? Where's all the money?
That's as good as money, sir
Those are I.O.U.'s
Go ahead and add it up, every cent's accounted for
Look
See this?
That's a car, two hundred and seventy-five thou'
Might wanna hang onto that one
