Tank RMC Mike (Ft. MadeMan Lo & Sweezee Don)

[Intro: Sweezee Don]
Sweezee

[Verse 1: Sweezee Don]
Niggas on bullshit, we keep that with us (We got it)
Me, Loski, and Mike, boy, that's three straps with us (Straps)
I just rolled up a 'Wood with a three-five in it (Three-five)
Bitch, my cream soda dirty as an Eastside nigga (Dirty)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Lil' bro'nem in the field playin' pass the shooter
He hit a nigga six times, lil' cousin came and added to it
Niggas 'round here snitchin' like a bitch, a bunch of Ratatouilles
High as hell, liquid in my cup look like transmission fluid

[Verse 3: MadeMan Lo]
Could pay to get you gone, but I'd rather do it
Headshot up close, Mike, bro, I heard him, he pooted (I got him)
Really travel with that dog, it get deeper than music (Yeah, Southside shit)
You the type to freeze up, homie beg you to shoot it (Get low)

[Verse 4: Sweezee Don]
Boy, these niggas only tough when they at the computer (Hams)
If I hit him with a bag, niggas barely could move it (Niggas can't)
I got some okay shit that I sell to the tourists (It's alright)
And got some fire-ass blow that I'm sellin' to shooters (That shit)