RIO FREE

It's a Wayne beat

Oh, it's BlueStrip, baby

Ghetto boy shit, money is not everything

Ghetto free, ****, it's what y'all asked for, right?

It's my turn now, shit, I let y'all **** do what y'all had to do

You know what I'm sayin'?

This shit crazy, man

Just think about it though, ghetto

Pulled the Maybach to the Greyhound, it's my first day out

He used to be the brick man, he doin' burpees now

I ain't never cooked dope, C learned me how

I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday chow

It been a long time comin', it was quick though

Sixty months in the feds, it wasn't shit though

Louis Timbs cost a whole pint of Trish O's

Rolls truck at the airport, I gotta dip, bro

I got a bunch of shit to do, it's gon' be quick though

I gotta jump on my lil' bitch, I'm tryna hip roll

We got a whole pint poured, we don't sip foes

I went to jail with tight clothes, now it's big clothes

I had a forty year-old man callin' me big bro

A half a million in deposits, that's for six shows

Still on the same shit, bro, keep squeezin' till the clip gone

C got a eight, I got a eight, shit, that's a brick poured

I drank a hundred pints in jail, you can ask Sosa

They ain't never find my phone, I hid it in the lotion

In a drophead Ghost, the ceilin' by the groceries

Maybach, two bucks, I'm puttin' armor on it

One day I did some bullshit, I know my karma comin'

My cousin did some bullshit, now he not my cousin

And I'ma keep it real with you, I'll pop my cousin

I took a plea and did my time, I am not my cousin

And fuck it, if your daddy told, he is not my uncle

Why would I buy a Hellcat and I got Brabus money?

I told bro, "Go to Flint and get a coffin for me"

He came back with a four of Act', he start talkin' to me

Come around on loose shit, you gon' get steamrolled

We got Pai, Quagen, and Triz in some green poured

When I got them first M's, I put my team on

I bought some cut dope from bro and put some clean on it

This **** thinkin' with the money, put a fiend on him

How you gon' shoot one time with the Glock? Put a thing on it

Hit the button on that bitch, it be like, "Brr- bop"

Five people got killed, it got the hood hot

Four **** in the Trackhawk, I wish we would stop

****, Da Yung Og back home, I wish you would drop

Money is not everything, it's the only thing

I went six- hundred with Wafi and went Only Chainz

I was thinkin' 'bout bustin' a Rollie, but the Rollie plain

Was finna buy some drinks from Snook then, but then my crodie came

I just did four years, I'm a lonely man

Ten pointers in my Rio piece, I ain't go to Dang

Catch me screamin', "Rip Kwani" at the Notre Dame

The way she get her head up, she don't own a brain

Make it thunderstorm in this bitch, we control the rain

Wayne fell asleep makin' beats, I'ma go to Dame

We went gold and they ain't play us on the radio

Baby mama fuckin' up my mood, man, I hate that ho

Got some Za bowls for twenty- two, but they shaky though

Why you pass the gun to lil' cuz? You know he shaky, bro

Me and Lou' in that TRX, we some gear shifters

I went G.I.A. my ears, I don't hear ****

How you gon' pull up to the track with my kids with you?

Scored a cheap four of Actavis, it cost twelve-fifty

He want a bowl, but I ain't 'round with paraphernalia, bring a scale with you

I'm a real hustler, I sell chicken

Send me on a hundred round drum and shot for twelve minutes

Why every time somebody get shot, they say Trel did it?

We ain't in the street shit, we just sell lyrics

Bitch pussy locked up, it's a stale biscuit

I got a million dollars cash, bring some help with you

And I only got two kids, but I've built ****