Ghetto Boy - Rio Da Yung OG

Yeah, yeah

It’s Rio

Ghetto Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free P

I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8

Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight

Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate

I give props when they due, I don’t never hate

Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait

In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake

Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

Move the bag quick as fuck, ain’t got a lick of patience

Eight of Wock', eight of red in one lemonade

Drink the bitch and take a nap, call that medicatin'

Thought about it 'fore we drunk the pint, that’s premeditation

Oh, the bag just touched down? Now let’s celebrate

Oh, your Cash App ain’t workin'? I take other payments

Move the bag on my own, don’t need no inspiration

I’m finna show you how to stack it, this a demonstration

Nigga, pay attention

Bro in Cali pimpin' hoes, he be breakin' bitches

I’m finna cook a whole brick, it’s gon' take a minute

I can’t use a scale, it’s too much weight, I be breakin' benches

I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8

Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight

Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate

I give props when they due, I don’t never hate

Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait

In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake

Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch his body rise

I’m finna put the red on hold, it’s Wocky time

Couldn’t conceal my AR pistol, it’s Glocky time

I done took four Perc-10s, I’m on a Roxy time

He was broke and weak, he got some money, he cocky now

Baby, I ain’t tryna fuck, just top me down

I hate pigs and I just wanna beef, I’m an ahki now

This dog hittin' hard as fuck, it’ll knock Rocky out

I’m a Ghetto Boy, baby, free Big P

And I’m quick to chase a nigga down, I got big feet

The SK’ll turn a nigga engine block to Swiss cheese

These ain’t no Puma runners, baby, these some big B’s

Take the shake out a pound, sell it for the low

Take some flour out of town, come back with hella dough

Bitch, I heard you loud and clear, the fuck you yellin' for?

I grew up 'round fiends, all my life, I been smellin' dope

I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8

Buy a pint, sell a five, drink eleven straight

Shoot a nigga twenty times, watch him elevate

I give props when they due, I don’t never hate

Skip the line at the club, I don’t never wait

In the Scat' runnin' lights, I don’t never brake

Bought a split in all chunks, it was never shake

I’m a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy, bitch, I grew up in Section 8