Cheeto Prints RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG
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[Intro]
I know how to settle this
I'm thinking of a number between one and three
Whoever guesses it gets to be king of the car
One
No
Three?
Nope
Okay, what is it?
Two (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
Oh, I swear I was gonna say that
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I sold dawg some Amneal, he was thinkin' Act'
I hit him with a deuce of Quali' just to bring it back
I'm tryna make a hundred thousand with no strings attached
Bought a 'Cat with no mileage with a Visa pack
Doggie got a thousand for a feature, I need three for that
It's a cold-ass world, I bought some heat for that
Tryna go corporate, they like, "Mike, you too street for that"
Feel like KD, I counted ten and did the evil laugh
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Five hundred horses in the Scat', but we creeping past
Dropped the back window, upped the Glock, dropped thirty-three out that
This bitch keep slidin' through the snow, we need a Jeep for that
Get a rental, drop a nigga out it, then bring it back (Who made you king of the car?)
Hold on, bro, bring it back
Press a button, all you hear is motor, ain't no keys for that
Left the crib with dough and cheese and brought a pizza back
I need like forty-five hundred just for a piece of that
I know how to settle this
I'm thinking of a number between one and three
Whoever guesses it gets to be king of the car
One
No
Three?
Nope
Okay, what is it?
Two (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
Oh, I swear I was gonna say that
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I sold dawg some Amneal, he was thinkin' Act'
I hit him with a deuce of Quali' just to bring it back
I'm tryna make a hundred thousand with no strings attached
Bought a 'Cat with no mileage with a Visa pack
Doggie got a thousand for a feature, I need three for that
It's a cold-ass world, I bought some heat for that
Tryna go corporate, they like, "Mike, you too street for that"
Feel like KD, I counted ten and did the evil laugh
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Five hundred horses in the Scat', but we creeping past
Dropped the back window, upped the Glock, dropped thirty-three out that
This bitch keep slidin' through the snow, we need a Jeep for that
Get a rental, drop a nigga out it, then bring it back (Who made you king of the car?)
Hold on, bro, bring it back
Press a button, all you hear is motor, ain't no keys for that
Left the crib with dough and cheese and brought a pizza back
I need like forty-five hundred just for a piece of that
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