Room 308

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Southside shit)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
Tryna fuck a group of chicks in a sorority
I can't go live on IG, they keep reportin' me
Bro just scored an eight of Wock', told him keep a four for me
Ask if he wanna match, he said no, well, that's more for me

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Met a sale on Mallory then on Cork street
Ballin', took my team to the Palace, we got floor seats
This bitch pussy pink and ugly, she got corned beef
You gotta be retarded, take your gun up in Soaring Eagle
My babies cost a lot, bitch, you can't afford my semen
Bitch, I'ma beat your ass, you don't know them people
Beat my girl ass if you talkin' to random people
I beat my girl ass bad, now she scared of people

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I don't care you caught a body, I beheaded people
I'll drop a deuce of Tris, I don't think red with people
Lil' bitch pussy was legit, but the head illegal
Certified hustler, I don't have no dog food, I'll sell 'em [?][0:44]

[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Bought a 'bow from FMB Smoke, I could probably get it from Barry cheaper
Let me find out you ain't smokin' Cookie 'cause the Larry cheaper
Bro said his auntie got some red, I told him, "Let me meet her"
I just put my cousin on his feet and he paraplegic

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
GLE63, this the new Benz
Percocets make me fuck better, I need two tens
Grab the ounce of soft, a pot and fork, did the scoot dance
Twenty-twos came on the 'Lac, we don't do rims
My fiend finna get a lump sum, I'm finna move in
Crack a canned pop, pour some out, pour a deuce in it
Lil' bitch pussy was so loose I put my boot in it
Fuck, I done blew in her

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
In Atlanta with the drank, they call me Juice Man
O in this box of Apple Jacks, I know Toucan
Why would I want you by yourself? I need two friends
E got me sellin' to a bitch that look like Roseanne
I sell verses, but I used to be the coke man

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dog walkin' to the store for 'Woods, he the store man
Yeah, he a store runner
I'm tryna see if he made it, bro, what's the store number?
Oh, you called my 616? That's my old number
Naw, you gotta call the 3— naw, that's the wrong number
Bitch called talkin' 'bout she nine weeks, hung up on the phone on her
Pop a opp top from down the street, I got a long jumper

[Verse 8: Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG]
Bro, you wanna use the big one?
Nah, I think I'm cool with this portable
It's irritating when you out to eat, fans recording you
My nigga Barry ball hard off the orange blues
I'm so infatuated with the color, I should— ah, okay
I'm so infatuated with the color, I should paint the coupe
I be payin' Bryce four and five— alright, fuck to say (It's a Wayne beat)
I'm payin' Bryce four and five hundred just to paint the boots
I'm tryin' kill a nigga, bet he fall when I shoot
I'm in the stretched Cadillac back seat with the— ah (Southside shit)
I'm in the stretched Cadillac with the gun on me too
And every time I perform, hoes rub on me, too
I be soakin' up game like the sponge of the crew
I came FPF, fanny pack full too