What Up RJ Pt. 2

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Enrgy made this one)
What up, Enrgy?
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
We know that, damn
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga (What up, Enrgy? Nigga, it's Rio, legendary shit, nigga)
Free Big P, nigga, free C
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
(Enrgy Beats)
I know

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
RJ, why the fuck you always trippin'?
Had to call the opps like, "Why the fuck y'all always slippin'?"
Yeah, I just hit my favorite stripper
The only reason she let me fuck, 'cause I always tip her
When I got them 30s in me, I be talkin' different
When I got that 30 on me, I be walkin' different
Ten racks on his head, now he dead, I just bought a nigga
I done shot a couple niggas in the head, nevеr fought a nigga

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Dior T-shirt on my back, yeah, the cloth expеnsive
Your nigga really broke as hell, but he talk expensive
Damn, I can't find no drank, guess I gotta cough to get it
Batteries went dead in the whip, I'll walk to get it
Locked in the booth with RJ, we on platinum time
Yeah, I sell dope, but charge more if it's after nine
In the hood with cake, I hit the road with the apple pies
I ain't wanna knock his head off, but he passed the line

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twelve racks for the plain Submariner, what your Rollie cost?
Eighty-seven thou' for the Bimmer, what your oldie cost?
Don't get to talking 'bout no money 'fore I fuck, you gon' throw me off
Made a quarter million, now the bitch wanna show me off
I ain't blowing no money on you, you can blow this dick
Ridin' 'round with my gangster bitch, she wanna hold the stick
Walkin' 'round with twenty, thirty racks, I'm so legit
I love the way the drank make me feel, I don't wanna quit

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Mix the Wocky with the snot, call it thug potion
Girly pussy really wasn't shit, we had a dull moment
Pussy lips longer than a bitch, you can tug on it
Police nigga ratted on his mans, threw a bug on him
Private session with my dancing bitch, threw a club on her
At Truth, in the back gettin' high with the club owner
Bitch sucked the skin off my dick, got a dub on me
Creep up on you with the .38, put the snub on you

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Spent eleven-somethin' thou' for the Rio piece
My other chain a dub, Gary said give him three more weeks
I'm runnin' up some dog shit, I don't need no sleep
Hundred shots on the PLR, I'll clean your street
Just popped a nigga up close, gotta clean my heat
Bitch, we riding in a Rolls-Royce, better clean your feet
The only Flint nigga in a Phantom, can't be low-key
If I can't find no Wock', I'ma CeeLo Green it

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
If I can't find no red, I'ma drink Patrón
Pouring everybody else a cup, I can't drink alone
Ridin' with my white bitch, I told her cut the Beatles on
We on our way to church, she like, "Bae, please leave the pole"
Catch you slipping at the stop sign, I'ma drop everything
I ain't start poppin' Perc 30s until Barry came
Fuck love, the only bitch I fuck with is Mary Jane
Fuck your jeweler, we got VVSs in every chain

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Mike blowin' cigarettes in a quarter-million-dollar car
(Catch a nigga slipping at the light), that's a quarter-million-dollar bar
Bitch, 'cause I'm legendary
Oh, you out of pape'? I'll see you in February
You niggas tax-time ballers, it's embarrassing
Every pair of foreign shoes, question is, what pair I'm in?
I don't ever speak to hoes I hit, I just stare at them
Me and your nigga ain't the same, no comparison

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Hundred racks in dubs in the yard 'cause I buried it
My bitch got so much ass back there, I gotta carry it
I be with some drank every day, I should marry it
The pussy good as fuck, but she black like Harriet
If you wanna hit that road, we hirin' drivers
Extra hundred K for the whip, this bitch carbon fiber
Shot the PLR just once, bet it start a riot
I don't know the right way to love and I'm tired of tryin'