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[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Forty-one days in the trap, tryna get it up Glock 380 on my hip, this a 42 Dugg I can hit forty-three shots out of fifty-one Got the four-four mag' on me today, put the four-nickel up Oh, we was talking 'bout bricks? They forty-six and up Your old ass forty-seven tryna get in clubs First 48 gon' come get you if I lift my gun Skydweller, forty-nine racks for a forty-nine [Verse 2: GrindHard E] Made fifty sales today, my next one gon' make fifty-one Fucked a bitch that was 5'2", she had a big-ass butt It's like a five-point-three in this 'Wood, we don't roll skimpy blunts Drunk fifty-four lines, we just poured nine sixes up Gotta be fifty-five and up if you wanna join the pistol club Fifty-six grams, that's two zips, but I only want little buds FN Five-sеveN lay a pussy nigga down, lift his spirt up Paid fifty-eight dollars for a pint of Morton Grove 'causе I'm really plugged [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Fifty-nine seconds that it took to get your bitch fucked Sixty seconds really 'cause I fucked her for a minute once Twenty racks for my 41, now it's a sixty-one Sixty-two lines of Wockhardt, help pick it up Standard and a fifty-round drum, sixty-three out a little gun Sixty-four reasons my bitch left, I can't think of one Six fives of Wock' with Ri' and E, I can't blink, hella stuck My daddy put you on your ass, he sixty-six with a decent punch [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] In six, seven days, made a hundred in the O, I was cleanin' up Forty-eight lines, we just bought six eighths, we gon' drink it up Was finna do a sixty-nine with the bitch, but she had a stinky butt Seventy racks in dubs, I'll fuck a bitch blinkage up My grannie still sell dope and she seventy-one Her pussy dry, seventy-two pumps wasn't enough, I need my penis sucked Seventy-three racks for the Demon, put the Bimmers up Unc' a GD 74, when he get shot, he don't bleed or nothing [Verse 5: GrindHard E] Seventy-five rounds in this drum, one in the head, I dropped seventy-six They gave my uncle seventy-seven, he got caught with eleven bricks I ain't had no pussy in like seventy-eight hours, I feel celibate Seventy-nine hundred for a pint, if you got it, I'm sellin' it You ain't got eighty racks or better, you irrelevant I got eighty-one ways to make money, but I ain't telling you Eighty-two weeks of grinding hard, it's looking federal Granny eighty-three buyin' dope on schedule [Verse 6: RMC Mike] Eighty-four thousand cuz made off embezzlement Eighty-five 'bows on the way, I just rescheduled it Eighty-six in for a pint, I couldn't question it Your bitch rode my dick eighty-seven different ways, she was flexible I'm tryna live to see eighty-eight, I eat my vegetables Fat nigga, after eighty-nine pumps, I'm ineligible In ninety days, I made ninety-one, move the decimal Fuck '92 and '93, '94, they let a blessing loose, bitch