1v1 (feat. Lil Yachty)

(Energy made this one) What up, Energy? What up, Lil Boat? Shit, alright I got long money, bitch Ain't nobody give me shit, I got my own money, bitch Yachty pulled up in the 'Rari with the chrome on him, bitch Been spendin' money since the day I got ahold of the shit Chrome Hearts shirts, AMIRI jeans with the rips in 'em Jetfire Glocks, extended clips, shit'll get ignant "Rio, why your pop look like that?" It's a six in it Don't be steppin' 'round my kitchen by the oven, it's a brick in it Plain AP on my wrist, it's a brick on me Damn she cute and she thick, I'll trick on it Walkin' through the Valley with my stick on me Baby girl, these is not McQueens, these Rick Owens Wait 'til my bitch daddy go to sleep, hit a lick on him He soft, back in the day my daddy took a half a brick from him Movin' 'round six cars deep like it's a hit on me Hundred round drum on the AR, I'm tryna hit somethin' I'll march to Flint for a pint of Act' And as long as it prints, we gon' get the racks Grindhard E put up them hoes, call him Midget Mac I'll really get a nigga gone, this ain't this or that I ain't tryna argue on no phone, goin' tit-for-tat My old bitch bad, I love her body, it's tats on her tit Used to tote ARs, now a nigga tote the Sig now Downtown Detroit, my phone trippin', ain't no signal Used to be a jit but I grew up, yeah, I'm big now My brother bust a wig down, my first crib was a penthouse On my own, I was eighteen Boat and Rio, goddamn, we the A-team And I love this lil' bitch, this bitch Asian And she never gon' get old, never aging Puttin' numbers on his head like I'm Nick Saban Like it's 2030, pull up with a ray beam Opps say they want cancer, let's have a smoke out The pop kinda taste nasty, shoulda poured some more out Today I got on so much ice, I could've brought my coat out They like, "Rio the goat, this nigga really brought Lil Boat out" Told Yachty we might have to run, I got some dope on me Took him on a high speed in Flint, that shit be fun to me Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, it's a gun on me You better have two hundred shots and one chop if you come for me In the crib by myself, hundred racks keep me company Bitch, if your credit score ain't high, you ain't touchin' me Just hit this bitch raw and hit it in her, now she stuck with me Niggas bringin' tens and twenties out, I got a buck with me Bitch, your baby daddy still can't fuck with me Made eighty racks yesterday, but I put up fifty Yachty pulled up with the hoes, he got a whole tour bus with him Bitch, I ain't got crabs, Percs and Lortabs got my nuts itchin' I'm a big tripper No I ain't your BD, I don't wear jeans with several zippers Twenty-three chains 'round my neck, it's the Big Dipper VS1 diamonds everywhere, wet like Flipper Fucked my white bitch so good she almost said nigga Right then and there we almost put a hole in her liver Two up, I seen my brother hit some hoes off Tinder Fucked up, pour a six of Wock' in someone else's blender Bro'nem will serve anybody, no matter gender Pray I make it up to Heaven, know I'm a sinner Pray they never catch me lackin' You gon' have to hit me where I stand, ain't no jackin' Fifty-five hundred dollars cash on my jacket Fourteen forty-nine charge for my ratchet