[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
This drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
Draco, that's my bae, but I'm in love with shootin' forties
How the fuck is you a pimp and you make love doin' orgies?
I done took twelve shots in the club, now I'm horny
Bitch make that ass clap and throw it back 'cause I'm important
Unc' mad as hell 'cause I done took some packs out his order
Used to sell it raw, but I done made some racks off the water
If my bitch make it back with that pack, I won't charge her
McLaren got three hundred on the dash, nigga, what's a hemi?
Lil' bitch tried to make me mad, I done upped a fifty
Made two hundrеd racks off speakin' facts, now who fuckin' with me?
It be a lot of pussy shit goin' on around, but I lovе my city
Flint Town, 810 shit, we got choppers heavy
White boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi'
Gen5 Glock out the box came optic-ready
Brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
I just cut a nigga drank with an ounce of petty
Who tryna go to war with me? I think my chopper ready
Ran out of drank and Percocets, called Doctor Eric
Bitch, your baby daddy still can't fuck with me
Everybody can get shot if it's up to me
Used to sell zips of hard, prayin' I'd touch a B
Now I might wake up tomorrow mornin' and drop bumblebee
I got four thousand for a pint, who got Morton Grove?
You could fuck my bitch and one of my sons, just don't touch the stove
Twenty-one hundred for a fuckin' coat
I been gettin' so much money, what the fuck is broke?
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
This drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
Draco, that's my bae, but I'm in love with shootin' forties
How the fuck is you a pimp and you make love doin' orgies?
I done took twelve shots in the club, now I'm horny
Bitch make that ass clap and throw it back 'cause I'm important
Unc' mad as hell 'cause I done took some packs out his order
Used to sell it raw, but I done made some racks off the water
If my bitch make it back with that pack, I won't charge her
McLaren got three hundred on the dash, nigga, what's a hemi?
Lil' bitch tried to make me mad, I done upped a fifty
Made two hundrеd racks off speakin' facts, now who fuckin' with me?
It be a lot of pussy shit goin' on around, but I lovе my city
Flint Town, 810 shit, we got choppers heavy
White boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi'
Gen5 Glock out the box came optic-ready
Brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
I just cut a nigga drank with an ounce of petty
Who tryna go to war with me? I think my chopper ready
Ran out of drank and Percocets, called Doctor Eric
Bitch, your baby daddy still can't fuck with me
Everybody can get shot if it's up to me
Used to sell zips of hard, prayin' I'd touch a B
Now I might wake up tomorrow mornin' and drop bumblebee
I got four thousand for a pint, who got Morton Grove?
You could fuck my bitch and one of my sons, just don't touch the stove
Twenty-one hundred for a fuckin' coat
I been gettin' so much money, what the fuck is broke?
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