8 Hour Drive

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah
Boyz ENT, nigga, what up, Nice?

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Eight-hour drive, I'ma drive the whole way
Bitch ain't tryna stuff, I'ma make the ho stay
Tryna hand-count a hundred racks, it's gon' take a whole day
Take off a nigga whole face with an old K
I hit the— with the— it got a strong taste
I know my last bitch mad, I came a long way
Uppin' dog shit, now she saltier than Old Bay
I'm drinkin' Act', you drinkin' Morton, boy, that's the wrong taste
Ayy, Nice, let's show these niggas how the dog talk
Free P, we matched a pint and drunk it all raw
Ghetto Boyz shit, we the reason your bitch leavin' work
Boy, you a rookie, you ain't never seen no pink work
Itchin' like a bitch, I drunk a six and took three Percs
Drink some red before we pour the Act', we had to rehearse
I hit the dope before I sold it, let auntie see first
I had to stomp on that shit to make sure my feet work
In 2012, I was hustlin', bumpin' Clarity
Whoever thought that Team East would turn into family?
When I was broke, half the ones I loved barely cared for me
Now I'm eatin', all these motherfuckers filled with jealousy
That shit crazy, ain't it?
Promotin' domestic violence damn near made me famous
But I just want the money out this shit, y'all can keep the fame
Pop a nigga in his shit and let him keep his chain

[Verse 2: Nice]
Pop a nigga in his shit, don't let him keep his brain (Headshot)
Loaded with O's of the dog and we got 'caine (Get it?)
Thousand eight shit, I seen my niggas kill for less (Man)
Don't make no guarantees, the only guarantee is death (Ayy)
You ain't never seen bullets hit a nigga flesh (Bah, bah, bah)
Five hundred turn a thousand when you snatch it off the press (Real shit)
My clio even rich, they spent thousands on they habit (Get it?)
Came to the realization that you niggas just rappin' (Ah)
Two-eighty on the shirt I wear once, then I trash it
So when I say I wiped his nose, I ain't talkin' with a napkin
Everything but a rapper, dope dealer and assassin
Slash bitch magnet, twenty pints, which cabinet, nigga? (Which one?)
Gave him a leg shot, I got tired of askin' (Bah)
Gave him a headshot 'cause we left the masses (Fuck)
Get the backend, then count it up backwards (Thumb through 'em)
When I first stacked ten, I had to double it in action (Facts)
Made million-dollar spots out them houses that's abandoned (Facts)
Had to leave my last bitch, she was gettin' too demanding (Watch out)
My life set up exactly how I planned it (Yeah)
Get money, eat, shit, sleep, drink four-ounces in Fantas (Woah)
I buy all my hoes bags, they call me Santa
Make dog shit in your town, then I turn to Casper (Ghost)
Eight in one pop, call it Ol' Dirty Bastard (Ah)
Bag just came, let's see who break it down the fastest, nigga