[Intro: RMC Mike]
Aha, hm, hm, yeah
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah, alright, alright
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I think it's time to get that money back in rotation
You got some pape' to spend, drop the location
If I do it, I'm goin' fed, fuck some probation
Feed him liquor like it's bullets, got him so wasted
I spent a pretty penny on my wristwatch
Every five years, these niggas change like hip-hop
Twelve thousand for the paint, came flip-flop
Bitch, I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit stop
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Me and bro sippin' drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top
Told the plug send them 'bows, he accidentally sent a brick out
When it's a problem, I can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon' flip out
Bitch pussy loose, when I tried to fuck, my dick slipped out
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her— alright
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her kick rocks
Nigga put his hands on me like Will Smith, I would've killed him if I was Chris Rock
Unc' thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn't shit lock
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I'ma pull this gun out on you, I ain't gon' lip box
He a pair of big Bs, put his ass in a big box
Red beam on this Glock stick make your whip stop
You the type of nigga ask a nigga, "Can I rent your watch?"
(That's chatty shit, lame-ass nigga), that's a goofy move
I have my bitch give me sloppy head when I ain't in the mood
Put a silencer on the Glock (Pew, pew), sound like a 22
My lil' nigga a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty-two
Aha, hm, hm, yeah
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah, alright, alright
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I think it's time to get that money back in rotation
You got some pape' to spend, drop the location
If I do it, I'm goin' fed, fuck some probation
Feed him liquor like it's bullets, got him so wasted
I spent a pretty penny on my wristwatch
Every five years, these niggas change like hip-hop
Twelve thousand for the paint, came flip-flop
Bitch, I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit stop
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Me and bro sippin' drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top
Told the plug send them 'bows, he accidentally sent a brick out
When it's a problem, I can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon' flip out
Bitch pussy loose, when I tried to fuck, my dick slipped out
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her— alright
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her kick rocks
Nigga put his hands on me like Will Smith, I would've killed him if I was Chris Rock
Unc' thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn't shit lock
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I'ma pull this gun out on you, I ain't gon' lip box
He a pair of big Bs, put his ass in a big box
Red beam on this Glock stick make your whip stop
You the type of nigga ask a nigga, "Can I rent your watch?"
(That's chatty shit, lame-ass nigga), that's a goofy move
I have my bitch give me sloppy head when I ain't in the mood
Put a silencer on the Glock (Pew, pew), sound like a 22
My lil' nigga a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty-two
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