Substance Abuse

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
I know, yeah
What up, Marc Boomin? Nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit
Alright
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
If it's money on the floor, I'ma walk to it
Ben Frank my friend, sometimes I talk to him
I got a loyal bitch with no car who will walk to me
Whole pint of Wock' gone Wednesday, it was bought Tuesday
And I ain't sell a line, you know it's gone 'cause I don't drop deuces
4462, damn, man, I'm kinda stupid
I might get an assault charge 'cause I abuse it
How the fuck I catch a case for sellin' dope and I'm a user?
Chase him down in a long blue coat, I'm with Scooter
I'm with a blowhead shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
I wasn't tryna fuck your bitch, but she shouldn't have spoke to me
Mike noddin' off thе drank, but he still woke to me

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Nigga, put that blunt down, that shit you smokin' on smеll like potpourri
They labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
Nigga, I'm hungry, I just want a steak down from Ocean P
Baby girl wanna fuck me bad, it's the no for me
Nigga said he bought a Hellcat, it's the note for me
Everything coming off the head, nobody wrote for me
Spent so much money at Saks Fifth, I got a coat for free
I be fuckin' on the doctor daughter for fours of lean
Told the whole world once before I'm a lean junkie
Hoes say I'm fat, it's not the food, this a lean stomach
My set shot so motherfuckin' smooth, I got a clean jumper
Yeah, I still beat my bitch ass, she a mean woman

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
So many shots, these will last for three summers
Fuck a slumber party, laying in the basement, that's a sleep-under
Eight hundred dollar shirt on and my jeans custom
Brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty
Ahh
I just popped out with a ten-pack of zaz'
White bitches in the crib, titties out, Mardi Gras
Six niggas in the truck with all sticks, that's a party bus
Bitch, stop lyin' sayin' you pregnant, I hardly fucked
I was off an Oxy' and a pint of Tuss' noddin' and stuff
So how the fuck did I nut in you?
Already look like you got lice, I ain't touchin' you
Had to spill my lil' redbone, she a bugaboo
Big drum on the handgun, it go doo-doo-doo
VVS diamonds in my chain, really W
Just had to ask my mama do my uncle ooh?
Six hundred gram Cuban on, neck uncomfortable
My bitch shoot, drive, and she got her L's, she smuggle too
Bitch think she the one, she number two
I just poured an unknown amount, this jungle juice
Whole pint in one pop, that's substance abuse
Nigga, I ain't gotta kill you, my cousin'll do it
Twelve white hoes on deck, I feel like Uncle Luke
I'm finna fly to LA and smoke a QP with Uncle Snoop

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
A lot of dogshit in my pocket, just a bunch of poop
Out in Colorado, I was living in a bungaloo
Young dog really can't shoot, he go above the hoop
I swear I'll beat a nigga ass 'til my knuckles blue
Bro finally showed me how to swipe, I punched a coupe
And naw, this ain't animal abuse, I punched a goose
Nigga, I'll never hit your drank, but I'll punch your juice
Call Rio to a video shoot, he brought a huncho through
Kinda fucked me up, this nigga had a blunt rolled up too