Ripped Jeans

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Ha
Nyah (Fuck with 'em, Bill)
Nyah
Nyah

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I got the same jacket on, but these some different jeans
It's so much dog shit on my pants, these some different jeans
You and me are not alike, we got different genes
So much gaffle in my pants, I just ripped the jeans
Bitch ass fat as fuck, she just ripped the jeans
I ain't got a teacup but I be sippin' lean
Nigga tried to ball by himself, how you forget the team?
I just dropped a eight and popped a 'Zac, got me feelin' mean
Ayy, I'm in beast mode
Knock-Knock, when they get to the door, shoot through the peephole
This bitch pussy wide open, it's a deep hole
Bitch fucked up my 'Wood, I had to reroll
Next Friday, get 'em Chico
Ayy, your album cover hard, but songs weak though
Is your toes painted? Let me see your feet, ho
You ain't gon' shoot the gun, let me see the heat, bro
Ayy, first thing first, shoutout Rio
Bro helped me make my first million, now I need more
Ayy, in that ocean, I'ma shark, you a Nemo
Nigga, get the fuck back, you a weirdo
Why you standin' by me?
A rack ain't shit, my pants a thousand
Ayy, we put his ass in a 'Wood, then lit that bitch up
We put a lighter to your crib and lit that bitch up
"Ha, ha", knock the breath out of him
We shot a nigga in his leg, now he can't step 'bout it
Bro shoot from deep as hell, they think Steph shot him
My fiend went to rehab, he got a meth problem

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Haha
All blue hundreds on my— alright
All blue hundreds in my living room, nigga I— alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
All blue hundreds on my living room floor, I'm crip walkin'
I'm petty, sold a pint and took a zip out it
What I'ma wear tomorrow? Maybe Rick, probably
Just let Lil' Tay use my Escalade, he shot a switch out it
We got a big problem
My drank man just said it won't be 'til tomorrow
I'm with the Coochie Man, pull your clit out
You want my autograph? Pull a tit out
I shit talk so much, I got a big mouth
But I don't talk that much unless it's 'bout dollars
I thinkin' he workin' for the feds, bro, his watch wired
Every other week, we go Glock shoppin'
I'm only slidin' in a BP, I'm not a car hopper
My lil' brother bad, he a bar popper
I need a diamond link, let's go star shoppin'
This bitch shine like a shootin' star
They had his shit in park bu—
They had his shit in park but the .308 moved the car
I wonder what video I'ma shoot tomorrow
Damn, it's some' else I gotta do tomorrow
My family mad at me 'bout the Scooter bar
But shit, I didn't lie, I told the truth to y'all
But lyin' on a nigga, that ain't standin' on the business
You can't have an attitude when the truth involved
He got the law involved, I got troops involved
We keep them bitches on us, we'll shoot in the mall
I don't window shop, what you do in the mall?
I just asked some fine shit what she doin' tomorrow?
She said everything I really wanna do
You know if you pull up, then I'm fuckin' you?
I'm like a dog with that lil' pink thang out
Bitch, I'll get stuck to you
Like, bitch, like a female dog
I ain't Day Day, I would've shot your ass you keyed my car
They'll really bite some', gotta feed my dogs
Got another pint comin', finna drink it all

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Damn, I'm trippin' like
I forgot Jay was on the front of the song, that motherfucker ran so long
This shit be fun though, bro, for real shit