Talibando, RMC Mike, Rio Da Yung OG - Boyz lyrics

Wow, they forgot that fast
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
ES7M, nigga yeah

Me and Spud on the 7 runnin' heavy press
(No cap) me and Rio fuck around with Art
Just drunk some heavy shit
Smokin' weed, runnin' red lights
We on some Belly shit
Mix the dope with shit you never seen
This the telly mix
Yeah, somebody turn the stove on
And heat the pots up niggas hoes
All that tough acting gon' get you popped up
Probably make like fifty thousand
Every twenty-somethin' days
Gucci rain jacket on
I look like money in the rain
Fishtail in the Trackhawk
I just left out Ace of Spadе
More money, more problеms
Tell 'em look what I done made
More problems, more choppers
Anybody can get sprayed
I'll pull up by myself and
Hop out with two K's
I just bought a 300 Blackout for 2K (yeah)
And we gotta pour the lean
Until it's dark as D'USSÉ

I'm off sixty milligrams
I've been up for two days
Try to run off if you want, bitch
We know where you stay
Art and Bando just smoked like four quarters
2K so many extra clips
I can bust this bitch a few days
Two watches on
Plus we got two FN Five-seveNs
Five hundred dollar pop
I could've dropped Off White sweater
Got some brown
But my people tellin' me the white better
Locked in with Big Bert, my nigga
I'ma die pressin'
That nigga broke tryna beef
He gon' probably die stressin'
I got rich on house arrest
Why would I cut off my tether?
Bitch got lucky if you heard Rio
Spent the night with her
First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta
First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta

Stuff a fat bitch with some pills
She need liposuction
Ridin' with a mini draco, that's micro cousin
Fuck a bitch, then leave
Then text her phone, "I like your cousin"
Walk his ass down with two
FNs with the light on, bustin'
You can catch me in the
Trap with the light on, hustlin'
Every time I go and serve
Jake, he say, "Right on, brother"
Gettin' head while eating
Ruth's Chicken, yeah, right on Flushing
Drunk a pint and popped two Percocets
I got a light concussion
Bando, let me see some weed
I'm finna roll a dookie
Talkin' to her while I beat it down
I control the coochie
Bro don't like to take me when
They slide 'cause I overdo it
Run off on the label with a hundred
Now I owe 'em music