Rio Da Yung Og Naked Party
[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything
Gaffle Boyz shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
That shit on the floor with me, yeah, yeah (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
[Verse]
I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party
If the nigga actin' tough, he got a weapon, probably
Lil' bro called my phone, he just nailed somebody
Every day I wake up tryna help somebody
Like who the f..ck gon' help me?
Thousand 'bows of gumbo, can you smell me?
Oh, you got a new strap? Let Trell see
He got some loose Act', he tryna sell three
I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me
Yeah, got a week beore I get off house arrest, but I feel free
I feel it in the air, run up in his house, kill him in a chair
If your nigga runnin' through the dog food, hit him with a square
Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere, it's a different vibe
They shot him in his head, how he still alive?
I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried
Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle dried
I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive, he got buried alive
A nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go
Chocolate chip cookie, got a lot of dough
Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast
That is not no real Act', that nigga got close
Tell bro to chase the car down, that nigga got close
Paralyze his ass, think, "Can I post?"
I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost
We had five hundred shots when we went and got ghost
And we had a switch on us, but he did not know
I told lil' Tay we can't show him that
'Cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat
And he want a SK with a shoulder strap with a knife on it
I know my chain nice, but you'll trade your whole life for it
JR just called me with a sealed pint of dinosaur
I'm somewhere drinkin' on a red pint, you can't find a four
Every time I hit Patton Moon, I spend a dime or more
I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, won a diamond war
I don't know 'bout your life, but mine important
I had some Wockhardt, who could find some more?
These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times, they early
Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with Gurley
I got some pork chops in the pint when I got with Shirley, that's my Auntie
Blackout, off the drink, bitch, I can't see
He drinkin' fake drinks, so he fake sleep
They always win in shootouts, they slide eight deep
Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak
I'm stickin' to the crooked jumps, f..ck the fake teeth
You sneak diss at me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef
[Outro]
Fuck it, uh, um, I ain't from the book, but I jump in Y&J beef
Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef
