Lyrics Outro - Rio Da Yung OG

Outro

You say you had a whole brick, I’m tryna buy it now\nJust found a way to get rich, I’m finna try it out\nFour K’s, Glock with a switch when we ride out\nMy nigga in the county for attempt, he finna ride out\nI was beefing with some niggas, but they dyin' out\nYou niggas wearing lab diamonds, let me find out\nHeard dog just dropped a new tape, what he lyin' 'bout?\nGot a hundred fifty cash on your head, you better hide out\nThis is not a Rolex, baby, this an Audemars\nOne day, I woke up, called my bank, and went and bought a car\nFuck with me and you can get bricks, Amar’e Stoudemire\nThis an OxyContin 30, this is not a bar\n.308, so much kick, I just shot a star\nYou ridin' in a V6 engine, that is not a car\nHit me up if you find a city where they buyin' tar\nNigga said some slick shit and I broke his jaw\nSixty months in the feds 'cause I broke the law\nP-Rock got a pint and a ten, I want it all\nI’ll never sell dope again, I just wanna ball\nI’m finna middleman a gram, I just want a ball\nHit a nigga with an F&N, blew his shoulder off\nI just sold an E-way, it was soda ball\nCame around Peezy in '19, I missed Soda Ball\nThirty pointers in the AP, tryna show it off\nPut the play down on dog in the store, bro throw him off\nDone doing features, I ain’t got no verses, I sold 'em all\nOxyContin, OCs, opiates, I sold it all\nStupid nigga better use his head 'fore I blow it off\nI hate a school bitch always acting like she know it all\nIf we stack the twenty dollar bills up, they probably shoulder tall\nPop up at my ex bitch house, I ain’t wanna call\nProbably ain’t no Wockhardt around the city 'cause I drunk it all\nI was born in 5th ward, but I’m a fed baby\nAt eighteen, me and C was grinding, drinking red maybe\nPussy wasn’t really 'bout shit, but the head crazy\nBro just broke a 'bow down, he on his tenth eighthy\nWhat, you wanna own a house or somethin'? Ain’t no rent, baby\nI’ll go and buy another watch tomorrow 'cause I’m rich, baby\nIf you wanted twenty-five for the pint, it was Trish maybe\nI just poured a big-ass cup of Wock', I’m gon' sip eighty\nPop a Perc' and take a honey pack, I feel like Big Baby\nFour pockets full, nine chains on, you think I’m with Baby\nDog had to take the car back 'cause his bitch made him\nFed bond was twenty-five racks, but my bitch paid it\nFinna go and get fresh, I’m on Big Beaver\nWhy every time you up a hundred racks, you with six people?\nBlack on black Glock 19, but the clip see-through\nTold my grown bitch to pray for me, but the bitch Hebrew (Ooh, shit,\nthat’s a Danny G beat)\nYou pop one, we take one, we gon' get equal\nIf you e-\nIf you ever seen Da Yung OG on Fenkell, I was with Skeechy\nBut I’ma shit talk the whole beat 'cause this shit easy\nThis a second brick charge, how he beat that?\nThe lil' bitch fell in love, why I eat that?\nGhetto Boyz, walk in Interscope like, «Where my seat at?»\nYou said you made a hundred racks, I don’t believe that