Crystal Clear - Rio Da Yung OG

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear

That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear

If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near

Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear

7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square

8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer

On my way to my other crib, I just hit a deer

Pistol in my hand while I’m rapping, shoot the engineer

Aye, let’s get this shit crackin'

20 people pulled up to the trap, man this bitch slappin'

21 shots in the Glock, man this bitch Savage

Tried to moonwalk on the work, I done tripped backwards

I don’t fuck with Qualitest cause the shit nasty

Drinkin' red with my pinky out, takin' sips classy

Fou-five with breathing holes, this bitch got asthma

30 shots, leave you with more holes than a Ritz cracker

Pop a nigga in the store, right by the chip baggies

I ain’t sellin' nicks and dimes, I need a big baggie

Made a 20 at the crib, I’m in here relaxin'

I ain’t have to sell a piece of dope, I’m in this bitch rappin'

Shot a nigga in his head and pushed the shit backwards

My nigga pulled up with some qually and I bitch slapped him

I’m still bout to drink this shit, but I’m unhappy

I’m still walkin' through the dope house, in these big bastards

Paid a ransom for your son, we just kidnapped em'

I tried to calm Ghosts down, he took six addys

I just bust a book open, I’m on the fifth chapter

Pop a nigga 'fore I get the money, I hit licks backwards

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear

That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear

If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near

Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear

7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square

8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer

On my way to my otha' crib, I just hit a deer

Pistol in my hand while I’m rapping, shoot the engineer

Pop a nigga watch him bleed, he need a tampon

Shoot his ass from cross the street, I got the flash on

When I’m out of town swiping cards, my name Antwan

Man y’all niggas full of cap, put a hat on

Nigga pulled up in the RT, with the stamp on it

Forgiato’s on the Hellcat, I took a crap on 'em

Just nodded off on the beat, I took a nap on it

Thousand dollars cash, he want Ri to put his stamp on it

Beat a nigga ass, tie him up then put all blacks on him

Handicap flow man my Porsche gone need a ramp on it

Producer ain’t mix the song right, I pulled the strap on him

Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear

That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear

If you catch me in a nigga club, is a pistol near

Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear