Playing Fair

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These niggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same nigga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil nigga bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't no snitching round here, we gon die loyal
Got the pussy out your bitch, cause I lied to her
With that shit you can slide, you can ride to it
My lil nigga caught a body, damn near cried doing it
Imma wake up, get some money, nigga, chase a check
You wanna leave, gon and leave, I ain't chasing shit
Nigga make a sale on my block, we gon take his shit
Put my gun down, we can scrap, I'll break your neck
Nigga want smoke, what it is? Cause we could take it there
Gotta have a strap on the north, cause they ain't playing fare
I hid the boles in my grannie crib, when I was staying there
I fell off, my nigga Mark had me, that's my baby, yeah

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Hell yeah, we gon get this chicken, we gon make it, yeah
Imma tell you how it is, ain't no faking it
Nigga, if the feds come and get me, I ain't saying shit
Free my nigga Driveway Baby, bitch

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These niggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same nigga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil nigga bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Up the pistol on a nigga, make him shit bricks
Hit him in his head, to scratch his name off my hit list
[?] put some on the floor, I need a big bitch
I can put a draco on my waist, I got big hips
Sold a thousand grams, shout out [?] street
Used to live on [?], now I'm tryna buy the whole street
Got purple, but the green [?] like we on [?] street
I know you ain't really out here swiping, bruh, your clothes cheep
I tried to pack a brick [?] took a whole week
Bitch, I'm tryna bust you down, ho, don't bro me
Boss nigga, give a bitch a thousand, just to roll weed
OK, I'm done pouring lean today, I'm finna go to sleep
Woke up, and poured another eight, I think I'm a junky
Bitch, you send your nigga to the store, [?] whole flunky
I could pay twenty four, if the smoke musty
Check my Cash App, it's looking like a whole phone number

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These niggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same nigga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil nigga bang B's, he gon die for it