Where Da Fine Shyt

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Young OG]
Don't call me if you lookin' for that white stuff
I got a hunnid racks on me, tryna buy stuff
If I grab a two liter, I poured a pint up
Ten hoes just pulled up and I don't like one
Where the fine shit?
Brodie keep a strap on him like a dyke bitch
Just kicked my cup over on some hot shit, I need some more drank
Walk in the Louis store, three thousand for a phone case
Fuck a lawyer, if I go fed' again, I'm fightin' my own case
Sayin' you gon' swing this block, somethin' that you don't say
I made a crazy number yesterday, somethin' I won't say, yeah
I pull up bro in BP, 'cause you know they tryna smoke Tay
Yeah, six carats each ear, I think I'm finna go eight
Who the fuck did your chain? How much the rope weigh?
He ain't go GIA, he went the wrong way
Bust a brick down to rocks and I got it off his stone
Drunk a pint, went shoppin', bought some J's, I had a long day
Now I'm finna have a long nap
We all got a baby AR on us, bro, we won't fight
What the fuck I look like, chillin' with a bitch I don't like?
Had to put a muzzle on my dogs, 'cause they gon' bite
Here go a zip of fish scale, you smoke dope, right?

[Verse 2: 1900Rugrat]
I think the Glock got breast cancer, got one titty
Cracka want a dime bag, taxin' 150
I already dropped the dime, pull up with that four-nickel
Huh, all these baby bottles, might just need a babysitter
I'm way too rich, ho, I ain't gon' put no baby in you
Huh, this a fifteen-seater, you in a baby Sprinter
I tried to put you on, I don't know why you was playin' with it
Black and white diamonds in my watch, look like Michael Jackson
VVS stones doin' a Thriller when the camera flashin'
I'm servin' hot shit just like Auntie Anne
I chewed the perc' up like that bitch was candy
Drac' get your head wrapped just like Nick Cannon
We gon' strip that boy naked if that bitch jammin'
Take the Benz to the swap, now that bitch whammin'
She say she ain't suckin' dick, left that bitch stranded
Huh, huh, if she ain't goin', then a bitch goin'
I put ice all on my wrist like that bitch swollen
Kriss Vec' up in my jeans, this ain't my dick pokin'
And on the stove with a pot 'till my wrist broken

[Outro: 1900Rugrat]
Mm, mm, 'till my wrist broken
And on the stove with a pot 'till my wrist broken
Mm, mm, mm, mm, 'till my wrist broken
And on the stove with a pot 'till my wrist broken