Pro Surfers - Rio Da Yung OG

Helluva made this beat, baby

Smoke on the beat

Yeah

What up, BabyTron?

It’s Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG

'Boyz in this bitch, nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Dog shit on me right now, came from serving grams

You got dog shit on you right now but gotta turn it in

Told Tron teach me how to swipe, I can’t work a BIN

But, shit, if she got the money, I’ll serve my grams

Ayy, it’s a cold world

I don’t want no head from her, she got a cold sore

Use my last bitch name and walk into the phone store

I really made a twenty off my ex but not my old girl

I’m the truth, throwing blue hundreds on old girl

But I got a bitch so when we text, we use code words

I ain’t putting in on your drink, I got my own four

It’s too much money out here, what you at home for?

Shot a black nigga thirty times with a chrome .40

Would tell you how I got away but that’s a long story

If a nigga say he robbed me, that’s the wrong story

Man, ask that nigga why his mother fuckin' bones hurting

Spinned the bitch and seen her out and told her my phone ain’t working

You ain’t getting off on me, bro, I’m the wrong person

Drop my pill in drink and reel it in, call it going Perking

Niggas riding waves around this bitch like a pro surfer

Yeah

Talk to these niggas Tron

They ain’t ready for this shit

ShittyBoyz

I’m coming VVSs, fuck a VS1 chain

Caught him out, he froze up like a PS1 game

One man army, never needed one thing

Used to be dark, can’t believe that the sun came (On God)

Opps running from the smoke (Ha-ha), PUBG

Pour an eight in my Arizona, feel like Yung Lean (I am)

Kill me?

Climb a tree and jump please

Pass me the crown for the fraud, I’m the Punch King

Talking loose?

Sleep his ass like the Sandman

Used to be in class, shooting paper in the trash can

Now I punch shit like Jean Claude Van Dam

Just made four off a hitter, that’s a grand slam

Rio playing with that boy, he is not a pervert (Ha)

Made a wave and then I started seeing lots of surfers (Ayy)

Got enough sauce on me for a Mondo Burger

They say I look like Kyle Korver, bitch, I got a burner

And if her face card straight, I’ma test her neck (Ayy)

And if it suck, pass her up like I’m pressing X (She gone)

Ask how the fuck I do it, man, I guess I’m blessed

Chopstick’ll paralyze his ass, Professor X

Going with my gut feeling, I ain’t second guessing

Buffs with the tint fucking with my depth perception (Ayy)

Thinking you got God with you?

Come and test your blessings

A hundred for a method, that don’t come with extra questions (It don’t)

Before I stomped him in these Humans, they was dead stock

Rio just turned a cream soda to a red pop

Cutting into me?

I’ma send some headshots

You got a better chance cutting Minecraft bedrock