Who Made This - Rio Da Yung OG

Who made this?

This bitch hard as hell

Alright

Let me see that thirty right there

Ooh, I finally got the itch I’m lookin' for

Move, bitch, don’t get too close, four-nickel blow

Real drankhead, dropped a deuce of Wock' and had to lick the floor

E, where the drank?

He talkin' 'bout he don’t bust scripts no more

E, where the fuck is the drank at?

Forty-eight hundred for a pint, I can pay that

Nowadays, niggas cuttin' lean, let me weigh that

They ask me why I’m always in Flint, that’s where I stay at

Crowd of niggas tried to jump on me, where my K at?

Yeah, it’s with a K, dumbass

He thought he bought a twelve, but it’s just an eight, dumbass

The opps should’ve been some running backs 'cause they run fast

In a 750 Bimmer, red seats with the run-flats

Make the shotty feel automatic 'cause I pump fast

Honestly, I need the Percocets 'cause I fuck fast

You’d probably cut some green with your bum ass

I’ll probably hit the scene with a hun' cash

I just counted seventy racks up with my son cash

Bitch, back up, you can’t get no dick with your drunk ass

Make a nigga turn into flash when the gun flash

Retarded-ass boy, you was probably in that one class

This a 550 Benz, that’s a 4Matic

Fiend only had twelve dollars, I threw the dope at him

I probably got some Wockhardt, you see me at

Ugly nigga, hundred K in jewelry on and my fro nappy

See?

I can say the same shit and switch it up

Caught him at the mall, up the stick, he start bitchin' up

Skub was sleep, then we bumped into some opps, he start gettin' up

So much Wock', it taste like I just poured a pint of liquor up

Crop that nigga out that flick, he fucked my picture up

I’m a fiend, I see you itchin', I’ma think you took a Percocet

Fuck the blues, I think the RP-30s work the best

Unc smoke Swishers, but the weed he got’ll hurt your chest

I’m a pro at drinkin' Hi-Tech and I can work the TEC

Oh, you was was goin' to the store to get some 'Woods?

Bring a Squirt back

I make money off of rap, but I might bring sellin' work back

Made a hundred racks in the Chi and I can merch that

I pray to God they bring some Actavis cough syrup back

You cannot trust any bitch, I had to learn that

Four-nick spit and burn a nigga top, I can perm that

Why sign a deal for a half a mil' when I can earn that?

Just cooked a zip of butter, I gotta churn that

Now I’m in Baton Rouge askin' niggas where the sherm at

I need a dirty project bitch, where a germ at?

Oh, you dropped a mixtape?

I ain’t heard that

I had a bad bitch, but had to cut her off, she take birdbaths

Smokey ran off with a zip, where Big Worm at?

Smoke you while I’m chillin' with my bitch, you took a dirt nap

I think I’m tryna buy a dog, call Curt back

Nigga, I do not want no green, where the purp' at?

Fuck it, I’ll drink some plain promethazine, where a Perc' at?

Baby, I’m tryna fuck in church, wear a skirt, bet

Don’t pull your pussy out when I’m off Percs, I’ll hurt that

Pull a Stupid Dog beat up, I’ll murk that

Nigga got some skinny-ass jeans, but his shirt fat

All-white Off-White jeans, but the shirt black

Hold on, cut the beat off, bro, you heard that?

Oh, I thought a nigga tried to kick the door down

Fuck the inside of the crib up with the four-pound

Compressor on the chop, it don’t make no sound

You can’t even hold your titties up, how you gon' hold me down?

Bitch, put the pussy up and come blow me down

I don’t sell dope, but I rap and it’s some 'bows around

I can’t believe you cuffed her, she a throw-around

You the type of nigga come around askin' is some hoes around?

Nigga