Scams & Testers

[Intro]
Helping the fight against the drug cartels in Mexico
The latest Cartel target: Mexico's military (Enrgy)
The Jalisco New Generation Cartel took the fight to the next level
Shootin' down a military helicopter— helicopter wiht a rocket-propelled grenade
Killing people, six of them, last week
Look at that, as the country...

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
Me and Rio talkin' spicy off a three-grammer
Nigga mad at his bitch, he found out I rammed her
An opp just pulled up, Quavis, pass the hammer
Told the clerk press these numbers in with my grammar
Pour up a dirty-ass pop, I ain't even measure
I'll fuck the deaf out a bitch, you tryna give her pleasure
We got niggas slappin' bud and passin' testers
I'm turnin' up all year, I'm applyin' pressure
Don't get confused, I'll get a lil' violent
I'm quick to bust a nigga up, I ain't got a license
I'm out my shit when I'm mad, I don't condone fightin'
Shoot the AR in the dark, it look like it's lightning
Got a compressor on the heat, it sound a little silent
I'm on the road back-to-back, I'm lookin' for a driver
And I can't take the wheel from you, you gotta be a rider
I be off Percs in the back, I be a lil' tired
Fuck up one time on this bitch, you gettin' fired
I got motherfuckers in my inbox waitin' to get hired
Quavis bust your ass, you'll get wired
I don't cuff bitches, 'cause I don't like liars
Pourin' up back-to-back, we off good juice
Crooked-ass buffs on your face, them too loose
I ain't lookin' for a bitch, you bitches too through
Nine different colors in my pockets like some Froot Loops

[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
It's Rio, motherfucker

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
What up, JE?
Pop a nigga with no mask, bitch, I'm KD
We just smoked a whole zip, it's me and A-Lee
Back-to-back 'Woods in this bitch, man, I can't see
Keep your Hi-Tech, I only buy that from my auntie
Just hit a bitch and fucked her name up, I know she hate me
Roll my own weed, I can sell the 'bows for eighteen
Strap your nuts on and hit the road, you can make cheese
But I don't do the swiping, that just ain't me
I'd rather sell dope, I can cut a brick and make three
Or buy a pound of Runtz and charge a hundred for my eighthies
My uncle made a nigga drop a K with a .380
Shoot the club up, now you can't do no show
On 12th Street givin' out free smoke, but this ain't hookah, though
I'm a rapper, but I'm janky, but you knew that, though
I'll book a session, then rob you for your studio
Then go drop somethin'
My nigga shot the Vest up, he seen an opp clubbin'
Ridin' around with two Glocks, I'm tryna drop somethin'
Fuck around and caught a fed case, but that ain't stop nothin'