Bag Back - Rio Da Yung OG

How the fuck is you a CEO?

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Alright

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How the fuck is you a CEO and your artist broke?

the color green on the cat, look like artichoke

You will never see me running like my starter broke

I got a thousand bird feathers in the 'cler, this is not a coat

I ain’t trynna fuck on the first date, bitch I’m not a hoe

But I’mma still hit the bitch and dip, alright I gotta go

You say your brother got killed, what they popped him for?

Shit I got a whole pint, what you trynna pour?

You can find the cut I use at the Dollar Store

Comin' down the street fast in a 'Hawk, they like Geronimo

Pulled up, dropped a hundred shots, now I’m like adios

How you selling all this dope and don’t nobody know

In the hood with 50 racks on me, eating sloppy joe

Fuck around, got high, and left there, and went to Dominos

He just sniffed so much coke, he ain’t got a nose

I ain’t got no fuckin' chainsaw, this a chopper bro

Guarantee this .308'll cut a tree down

Bitch pussy so good, got her number on speed dial

I was sittin' on my ass broke, I’m on my feet now

They gave me 5 in the feds, I want some weed now

And I got a sale right now, he want three pounds

Being broke had me blind, I can see now

Last week I bought a zip, I want to eat now

Alright, I got some drank in me, I could eat now

Bitch, I’m a hood legend

When Rio going broke? That’s a good question

I be puttin' that shit on, but I look messy

You want the answer to that first bar, I’m like «bitch never»

Yeah I’m doing good right now but it can get better

Twelve-hundred for the new Burberry print sweater

Nuttin' all in my new bitch, and I just met her

Dropped thirteen, I’mma drop the 30 clip separate

And no I’m not dropping the price, so you could buy yo other zip separate

Somebody bring a big scale, I need a brick measure

They knew I was a beast, so they put me on a big tether

I just mixed some dog up, this a Pit-Shepherd

Broke up with my girl, moved to Detroit, and sent the bitch a letter

My calf muscles getting strong, I’m a big stepper

That is not a coffee maker, that’s a brick presser

I am not your baby daddy, I’m a rich nigga

And I pull up by myself, I ain’t with 10 niggas

That is not a Za' house, y’all got hemp in it

10 milli long as fuck, I got slim with me

If I pull my mask up, I’m a grim reaper

And I don’t just kill people, it can get deeper

Heard your brother know how to rap, but I’m a bit sweeter

Nowadays twenty-thirty racks could get 6 people

It ain’t shit to tell my shooter, check his CashApp

And I’m like Walmart, I do cashback

Pay for the hit, tell Scoop to get him, get the cash back

Bitch I rap now don’t want the bag back, I’m gettin' mad scrap

Ghetto Boyz the hashtag, hit a nigga with a trash bag

This pop I just po’ed, dirtier than a ass rag

I got a plug on dracos, they in Baghdad

Missed my daughter and my son birth, am I a bad dad?

He got too close, eased up the, nigga bag back