[Intro: RMC Mike]
You're it
You’re it
You're it, quitsies
Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies (Bitch)
You can’t do that
Can too
Cannot, stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Damn, I'm 'bout to fall
My bars like a car with bad brakes, they don't stop at all
Dog dropped the top on his whip, I knocked his top off
Brand new .308, the bullets lookin' like some hot dogs

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Nigga pulled a gun out on me, that wasn't smart at all
Knocked his ass out before he got to let a shot off
Caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw
A five in one pop and this bitch lookin' like hot sauce

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I just left the stu' and bought a four from my auntie Lisa
Poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was Tempur-Pedic
Shit real, promoters tryna book us for a show in Cleveland
Pussy had a lil’ stench on it, but the head strategic
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