This Rio, ****

Ghetto Boyz shit, you know what I'm sayin'

Free the whole ghetto, yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit

When the feds come, just be ready for that shit

Finna bust an AP, that's like seventy on my wrist

Aim at his top, hit his shit, I barely ever miss

I just poured a seven of the Tris

So much dog shit, when I die, I might go to heaven with this shit

I just middlemanned it, made like eleven off a brick

My whole life changed when they put that tether on my shit

Eight hundred for a zip, this shit wetter than a bitch

Icy-ass wrist, this shit wetter than my bitch

Off-White sweater cost a zip

I just offed a fake pint, I'm finna dip

Jump in the Hellcat, turn the traction off

They tried to nail lil' bro, he let the hammer off

Oh, you ain't never sucked dick? Well, take your panties off

It felt good with a rubber, but it's better raw

You can sell some cut dope, but it's better raw

We got the best work, we ain't sell fentanyl

Just took a picture with my baby mama, all you hear is, "Aww"

Had her suckin' dick for two hours, she can't feel her jaws

I took a plea for five years 'cause I broke the law

A **** disrespected Chris and I broke his jaw

**** thought I was gon' fall off, but I'm standin' tall

Shoppin with the AR, had a standoff in the mall

Think I took too many Percs, bro, I'm finna fall

Dropped so many shots in the crib, we done hit the dog

I can make two hundred racks if I hit the dog

Spicy shit, when I'm in the booth, cut the skillet off

Drank came with my auntie name, I had to peel it off

Bitch, we got our own swag, we ain't stealin' y'all's

Cuban link cost a dub, pendant forty racks

Shit talkin', I made a genre, this important rap

I couldn't even pay attention, I was poor at that

Grew up fucked up, aw, shit

Grew up fucked up, I'm like, "Shit, the floor ain't bad"

I just got a whole pint of Wock', I'm pourin' half

Tell your friend I want a threesome with your boring ass

Two years ago, me and C was just pourin' glass

I knew an ooh-head who buy zips, but he snorted half

Walk around your crib with the Glock, this a cordless strap

New crib, marble on the countertops and the floor match

My **** did some bullshit, I don't support that

I got a **** say he love me, but he don't even support my rap

In an old-school Monte with the crocodile floor mats

You ain't made no money off of rap 'cause you're trash

Yeah, I know the lil' bitch a ho, but the whore bad

Redbone bitch, she got braces, ass immaculate

And I'm not a serial killer, but I'm stabbin' it

Don't come around me with your ass out, 'cause I'm grabbin' it

Before I had a dime, bitch, I look like I was havin' it

Glock bullets stick to his top like a magnet

They hit the spot, six pints of Wock' in the cabinet

K bullet hit his windshield, I'ma shatter it

Hit the car so many times, he died from a bullet fragment

Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I'm grabbin' it

I'm a team player, ****, I ain't stingy, I'm passin' it

The only reason she stopped givin' me head, 'cause I had to piss

Bitch ass so fat, she walk— when she walk— huh

Bitch ass so fat, when she walk, she draggin' it

****, I was just broke, from rags to riches

Fifty thousand for a chain, last year I ain't have a necklace

That **** ain't gon' kill me, I'll probably die from that asthma shit

Lil' bitch fell in love with me, I ain't have to hit it

The drank game gettin' ugly, I'ma have to quit

Ghetto Boyz shit, ****, you know what the fuck goin' on

Southern, yeah

Y'all **** can't fuck with me, ****

Southern Giants, I know that