$200 Haircuts - Rio Da Yung OG

Alright

Early as hell, nigga, me and Wayne still cookin', alright

It’s 7 in the morning, finna pour another pop

Just from ran from the state boys, had to throw another Glock

Stop talkin' 'bout the bag, nigga, show me what you got

Made thirty yesterday, I might just blow it on a watch

Hit the bottom of the pint and had to open up the top

Had to tell unc' I’m straight if he smoke another rock

Brodie in the joint with a shank 'bout to poke another opp

This a fully-auto Glock, but I hold it like a chop

Breakfast time, pourin' Wocky in the orange juice

Drinkin' real Alpharma, the orange juice

Flipped the script on a fan, pulled out my phone, «Let me record you»

Noddin', slobbin' off drank, I might snore too

I hate buyin' threes of lean 'cause I might pour two

Went to the O to do some features, but we scored too

Came back with three pints of straight drop

Ready for the war, I bought three nines and one Glock

Six of Morton Grove, nigga, me and D-Nice on one pop

Yeah, alright, I got a six of Morton

I got a six of Morton Grove, it’s just me and D-Nice, we got one pop

I can up the four-nick' off my hip and make a truck stop

Bro got caught with some OJs on, alright

Bro got caught with OJs on the Greyhound, the bus hot

Thirty pointers on the bezel, alright

Thirty pointers, alright, alright

Thirty pointers on a bezel, that’s display, bro, bust not

I can drink lean and sleep 'til next year, I got a bunch of snot

Shiesty nigga, put it on his head, got my cousin popped

My son old enough to watch my music, I don’t cuss a lot

Psych, nigga, I don’t give a fuck a lot

Bitch, I got big hips, I can tuck a chop

Punchin' in and out on these beats, I used to punch the clock

Just bust another watch, nigga, that’s thirty

Just bust another watch, that’s thirty racks for a fuckin' clock

He just grabbed the ball and now he want a zip, he a fuckin' cop

Beat my pockets' ass last night, they got a fuckin' knot

I let Coochie Man bust the hoes down, I don’t fuck a lot

If we talkin' rap money, I done touched a lot

Bitch, put the whole dick in your mouth, stop tryna suck the top

Left the bottom of the watch plain, I’ma bust the top

SK’ll cut a tree down, that’s why it’s called a fuckin' chop

Thinkin' to myself should I drop that Lam' truck?

Or should I sit back and stack another hundred bands up?

Walkin' out your bitch room zippin' my pants up

No cap, in middle school, I fucked two hundred grand up

Only sellin' zips, you want a gram, what?

What the fuck that nigga just say?

Let me stand up

Spice talkin' got it hot in the booth, cut the fan up

Thumbin' through a whole hundred grams fucked my hand up

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on

Nigga, yeah

Bitch, you know, ah

Free Big Ghetto

Free C, free Young, nigga

The whole Ghetto Boyz shit

Can’t fuck with the Ghetto Boy clique

Bitch, I got steroids in the clip, these some strong bullets

I just bought a .308, them the long bullets