Eat Wit Me Big Quis (Ft. RMC Mike)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Yeah, bitch
Hah

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Hey, Kel-Tec P50 on me, how I'm ridin'
Take his Striker, sell it for the high, reset the mileage
Hey, teach a nigga how to spice talk, I'm a college
Show my dick to the secretary, now she smilin'
I wanna fuck you and your friend, I'm just honest
Rolls-Royce top down, speedin' down on Collins
You ever counted out a fifty ball while you drivin'?
Started from the bottom, took off, now I'm the pilot
Ghetto Boyz shit, we can't be stopped
I sold Unc' some baby milk, it can't be dropped
I fucked my ex-bitch mama, shе hate me now
I been done rappin' for free, niggas pay mе now
Hey, Quis, I think this bitch starin' right in our direction
I been fell in love with rap, but now it's my profession
I cannot rap with you for free, boy, that's out the question
Caught him sneak-dissin' on the team, sent him up to heaven
Shit, I can get you what you need for the right ticket
I'm in the booth by myself, just a pint with me
Sick of all the cap rap, I'm really puttin' my life in it
Every time a body drop in my hood, they say, "Mike did it"