What Up RJ Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] (Enrgy made this one) What up, Enrgy? (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin') We know that, damn Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga (What up, Enrgy? Nigga, it's Rio, legendary shit, nigga) Free Big P, nigga, free C (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin') (Enrgy Beats) I know [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] RJ, why the fuck you always trippin'? Had to call the opps like, "Why the fuck y'all always slippin'?" Yeah, I just hit my favorite stripper The only reason she let me fuck, 'cause I always tip her When I got them 30s in me, I be talkin' different When I got that 30 on me, I be walkin' different Ten racks on his head, now he dead, I just bought a nigga I done shot a couple niggas in the head, nevеr fought a nigga [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Dior T-shirt on my back, yeah, the cloth expеnsive Your nigga really broke as hell, but he talk expensive Damn, I can't find no drank, guess I gotta cough to get it Batteries went dead in the whip, I'll walk to get it Locked in the booth with RJ, we on platinum time Yeah, I sell dope, but charge more if it's after nine In the hood with cake, I hit the road with the apple pies I ain't wanna knock his head off, but he passed the line [Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] Twelve racks for the plain Submariner, what your Rollie cost? Eighty-seven thou' for the Bimmer, what your oldie cost? Don't get to talking 'bout no money 'fore I fuck, you gon' throw me off Made a quarter million, now the bitch wanna show me off I ain't blowing no money on you, you can blow this dick Ridin' 'round with my gangster bitch, she wanna hold the stick Walkin' 'round with twenty, thirty racks, I'm so legit I love the way the drank make me feel, I don't wanna quit [Verse 4: RMC Mike] Mix the Wocky with the snot, call it thug potion Girly pussy really wasn't shit, we had a dull moment Pussy lips longer than a bitch, you can tug on it Police nigga ratted on his mans, threw a bug on him Private session with my dancing bitch, threw a club on her At Truth, in the back gettin' high with the club owner Bitch sucked the skin off my dick, got a dub on me Creep up on you with the .38, put the snub on you [Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG] Spent eleven-somethin' thou' for the Rio piece My other chain a dub, Gary said give him three more weeks I'm runnin' up some dog shit, I don't need no sleep Hundred shots on the PLR, I'll clean your street Just popped a nigga up close, gotta clean my heat Bitch, we riding in a Rolls-Royce, better clean your feet The only Flint nigga in a Phantom, can't be low-key If I can't find no Wock', I'ma CeeLo Green it [Verse 6: RMC Mike] If I can't find no red, I'ma drink Patrón Pouring everybody else a cup, I can't drink alone Ridin' with my white bitch, I told her cut the Beatles on We on our way to church, she like, "Bae, please leave the pole" Catch you slipping at the stop sign, I'ma drop everything I ain't start poppin' Perc 30s until Barry came Fuck love, the only bitch I fuck with is Mary Jane Fuck your jeweler, we got VVSs in every chain [Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG] Mike blowin' cigarettes in a quarter-million-dollar car (Catch a nigga slipping at the light), that's a quarter-million-dollar bar Bitch, 'cause I'm legendary Oh, you out of pape'? I'll see you in February You niggas tax-time ballers, it's embarrassing Every pair of foreign shoes, question is, what pair I'm in? I don't ever speak to hoes I hit, I just stare at them Me and your nigga ain't the same, no comparison [Verse 8: RMC Mike] Hundred racks in dubs in the yard 'cause I buried it My bitch got so much ass back there, I gotta carry it I be with some drank every day, I should marry it The pussy good as fuck, but she black like Harriet If you wanna hit that road, we hirin' drivers Extra hundred K for the whip, this bitch carbon fiber Shot the PLR just once, bet it start a riot I don't know the right way to love and I'm tired of tryin'