[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Bitch
What up, Sav?
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Slide on the opps with this chop, I'm an operator
Yeah
Dish the K to my brother Ri', we playin' hot potato
Sixteen lines of Wockhardt, I'm finna drop an eighter
Shells leave the meat in your lap, I'm a taco maker
Remain the same nigga from years ago, just with a lot more paper
Shit, I been stackin' hard
Hit the road with eleven bricks and a pack of R's
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
My nigga in the Chi swipin', they call it crackin' cards
Hey Mike, 'member when I popped dog up for actin' hard?
Shot him on the sidewalk, they found his body in the backyard
We don't walk around with dog shit, we got black cards
Mike always rappin' 'bout somе food, fat bars
I'm rappin' 'bout scales and dog food and crack bars
He was tough 'til I whipped thе pistol out, now he a track star
That ain't Wocky, bro, that's bullshit lean, that's wack-hardt
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
It ain't straight drop, I melt the dope down and cook it back hard
I can't show no love to a bitch, I got a black heart
FARFETCH shoppin' online, I got a packed cart
Mixin' ACT with the Wockeisha, that's Act-hardt
Bitch, put my dick in your mouth, that part
Paint the streets with a nigga brain, that's black art
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Bitch
What up, Sav?
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Slide on the opps with this chop, I'm an operator
Yeah
Dish the K to my brother Ri', we playin' hot potato
Sixteen lines of Wockhardt, I'm finna drop an eighter
Shells leave the meat in your lap, I'm a taco maker
Remain the same nigga from years ago, just with a lot more paper
Shit, I been stackin' hard
Hit the road with eleven bricks and a pack of R's
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
My nigga in the Chi swipin', they call it crackin' cards
Hey Mike, 'member when I popped dog up for actin' hard?
Shot him on the sidewalk, they found his body in the backyard
We don't walk around with dog shit, we got black cards
Mike always rappin' 'bout somе food, fat bars
I'm rappin' 'bout scales and dog food and crack bars
He was tough 'til I whipped thе pistol out, now he a track star
That ain't Wocky, bro, that's bullshit lean, that's wack-hardt
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
It ain't straight drop, I melt the dope down and cook it back hard
I can't show no love to a bitch, I got a black heart
FARFETCH shoppin' online, I got a packed cart
Mixin' ACT with the Wockeisha, that's Act-hardt
Bitch, put my dick in your mouth, that part
Paint the streets with a nigga brain, that's black art
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