Molly's - Rio Da Yung OG

What up, Wayne?

It’s Rio da Yung OG, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

I got

A thousand grams of molly, 'bout to party with the college kids

I got another gun on me, you ain’t robbin' shit

We got enough Wock' right here to start a pharmacist

They say the shit I dropped at E crib was the hardest-est

A white crystalline alkaloid obtained from opium

That’s codeine, you got a whole pint?

I want it then

My bed was stiff, but now it’s on the floor 'cause I broke it in

Just beat my fiend ass, sold him some cut and broke his nose again

This the third tester, I ain’t givin' no more after this

Whipped a gun out on my son and made him say his whole alphabets

Real zazas, eight hundred for a zip of Apple Fritter

I’m dehydrating off all this drink, my chaps is lippy

Damn, I mean my lips chappy

Tuck in my shirt in to show my belt, I know that shit chatty

Put my hands in my pants a lot, that’s why they so ashy

This bitch tryna get over again, I’m finna choke Ashley

Niggas always sneak dissing in songs with they ho asses

One day I fell off, but bitch, now I’m back, no backwards

Pimp C ain’t drunk more lean than me, I’m finna go ask him

'Cause I’m overdosing this week, I just bought four caskets

Okay, it’s time to show y’all niggas why I started this

'Cause I got tired of arguing with all my powder-heads

Then Pezzy showed me one rap check and told me ride with him

He pulled up on like six party promoters for deposits and

Did two features in one hour and charged an arm and leg

I’m the only one that can get Act', it’s a prerogative

Let her give me top, told her don’t stop, she got a bobblehead

Now I’m finna say a bunch of shit I had bottled in

I barely know my whole family, I was adopted in

He gave me two Glocks for one verse, I got adopted twins

Plus my auntie overdosed off pills, that’s why I pop Perc-10s

I know it sound dumb, but fuck it, this the life I live

Back in the day, you was the shit, you had a car on rims

Nowadays, you wanna shit, you gotta drop a Benz

I want the drank and pills every month, unky locked me in

Told bro to put me in the studio and lock me in

I used to be broke, couldn’t even pay to get up in the club

Nowadays, I’m walking 'round with pape' like, «Oh, this just a dub»

Bitch, stop taking birdbaths and go get in the tub

I ain’t gon' cap, I fuck with Lougram, but I take bigger gulps

Caught the opps in they mama car, that bitch got riddled up

If dawg survive this faceshot, blow the hospital up

Fuck puttin' the lighter in the air, hold your pistols up

Stuck the AR in his room window and shot the pillows up

Damn, and he was in the bed

I don’t pour Hi-Tech in pops, I pour my pop in red

When it come to running from a nigga, I ain’t got no legs

Tuesday, I’m puttin' cheese on the beef like the taco man

I can’t catch feelings for a bitch like I ain’t got no hands

I probably got corona, I just pissed and I ain’t wash my hands

Bitch, stop askin' why my pop dirty and go wash your ass

Woke up in the 'jects high off Percs, I can’t find my pants

I took 'em off 'cause my inner knee itchin'

Niggas missing every shot they take, talkin' 'bout the screen glitchin'

Selling dope, carrying a Hi-Point in Moschin' denim

That’s the old me, now it’s Amiris, Glock 23 in 'em

Yeah, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Testers 3 shit, nigga

Fuck with me, what up, Wayne?