(Wood on the beat...)

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Yeah
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
Boyz in this bitch, what up, Philthy? (The realest...)

It's Rio, you wanna talk shit, get at me
Bitch, I feel like Deebo when Craig threw that brick at him
All that shit you sayin' cap, you need to quit rappin'
All I talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
I'm the youngest OG, hope that make sense to you
If you ain't got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
Old K and two Glocks on me, I'm invincible
You run off with a gram, I'ma kill you, it's just the principle
I'm off a half a pint right now, I'm kinda tipsy
I'm talkin' 'bout an eight of red, bitch, not no liquor
Five grams in a Backwood, I hate the taste of Swishers
I don't trick, but if she bald-headed, I'll pay for interest
My nigga Philthy Big 59, I'm from the 810
Used to shoot balls, now I sell hookahs, I don't play no more
Used to be broke, sittin' back chillin' like the pape' gon' grow
On trees, but now I chase it, I don't wait no more (Hey)

[Rio Da Yung OG