[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Coach me, Joey, Vonte on the beat, nigga)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
In the spot baggin' up them ’bows, finna shoot 'em out
Unc' got some big-ass veins, I watched him shoot an ounce
You short on the payment, have my niggas come move your house
Opps keep tryna avoid the beef, made ’em move south
Told Joey this shit on the floor and I'm ready for it
Rio got some shit on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it
I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois
Girly keep askin' what I claim, bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz
Still RMC 'til I die, ain't no question 'bout it
Water whip the dope with some shit, it made eleven thousand
Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses
Blank out off them Percs and start shootin', need better counseling
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and Mike in this bitch talkin’ dumb and dumber
Chasin’ Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I'm gettin’ numb and number
I be sellin' half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin
If I drop another chain off hittin' puppy, them hunkies comin'
You be talkin’ 'bout a bunch of bullshit that don't matter
Let a bitch call her brother on me, I'ma blow at him
Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts
Used to walk around with ten thousand, that shit got so tragic
Let me get an M, I'm comin' home with it, brodie, don't worry
Scared to piss in that cup right now, I know I'm so dirty
Mike ain't tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty
Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty
(Coach me, Joey, Vonte on the beat, nigga)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
In the spot baggin' up them ’bows, finna shoot 'em out
Unc' got some big-ass veins, I watched him shoot an ounce
You short on the payment, have my niggas come move your house
Opps keep tryna avoid the beef, made ’em move south
Told Joey this shit on the floor and I'm ready for it
Rio got some shit on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it
I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois
Girly keep askin' what I claim, bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz
Still RMC 'til I die, ain't no question 'bout it
Water whip the dope with some shit, it made eleven thousand
Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses
Blank out off them Percs and start shootin', need better counseling
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and Mike in this bitch talkin’ dumb and dumber
Chasin’ Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I'm gettin’ numb and number
I be sellin' half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin
If I drop another chain off hittin' puppy, them hunkies comin'
You be talkin’ 'bout a bunch of bullshit that don't matter
Let a bitch call her brother on me, I'ma blow at him
Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts
Used to walk around with ten thousand, that shit got so tragic
Let me get an M, I'm comin' home with it, brodie, don't worry
Scared to piss in that cup right now, I know I'm so dirty
Mike ain't tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty
Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty
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