[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
E, I think I'm missin' somethin'
All they gotta do is hear that "Bitch," don't need no introduction
Me and Ri dropped six lines apiece, that mean we split a dozen
We was actin' bad all last week, tryna hit two cousins
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
They ain't see me in a while, they know I'm up to somethin'
Hundred blue strips, so sticky, it don't look like nothin'
Blowin' White Runtz, for a quarter, I want two hundred
Pour heavy in a lil' pop, it cost me two hundred
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Big bro just cooked a brick and he ain't lose nothin'
Matter fact, I think he hit it with a two-somethin'
Caught an opp slippin', I beat his ass, then poured my juice on him
Seen his brother drop thirty shots, I'm actin' loose on 'em
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Mike, a lot of niggas talk tough, but ain't gon' do nothin'
They talkin' 'bout they got a lot of guns, but ain't gon' shoot nothin'
Unc' on tip, before a hit, he gotta oot somethin'
My fiend sayin' he don't sniff no more, he gotta shoot it up
[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
My white boy comin' from up north, he in a dually truck
Made a fifty play in front the states and I was toolied up
I be actin' stiff with all my hoes, they like, "Mike, loosen up"
Bro how fast? And he just drunk a four out of Medusa cup
I just hit a bitch with no ass, but she was cute as fuck
Bro hit the soft with some— and then blew it up
I just chased the Henny with the drank and then I threw it up
Gave my fiend a pack of bullshit, his arm blew up
E, I think I'm missin' somethin'
All they gotta do is hear that "Bitch," don't need no introduction
Me and Ri dropped six lines apiece, that mean we split a dozen
We was actin' bad all last week, tryna hit two cousins
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
They ain't see me in a while, they know I'm up to somethin'
Hundred blue strips, so sticky, it don't look like nothin'
Blowin' White Runtz, for a quarter, I want two hundred
Pour heavy in a lil' pop, it cost me two hundred
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Big bro just cooked a brick and he ain't lose nothin'
Matter fact, I think he hit it with a two-somethin'
Caught an opp slippin', I beat his ass, then poured my juice on him
Seen his brother drop thirty shots, I'm actin' loose on 'em
[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
Mike, a lot of niggas talk tough, but ain't gon' do nothin'
They talkin' 'bout they got a lot of guns, but ain't gon' shoot nothin'
Unc' on tip, before a hit, he gotta oot somethin'
My fiend sayin' he don't sniff no more, he gotta shoot it up
[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
My white boy comin' from up north, he in a dually truck
Made a fifty play in front the states and I was toolied up
I be actin' stiff with all my hoes, they like, "Mike, loosen up"
Bro how fast? And he just drunk a four out of Medusa cup
I just hit a bitch with no ass, but she was cute as fuck
Bro hit the soft with some— and then blew it up
I just chased the Henny with the drank and then I threw it up
Gave my fiend a pack of bullshit, his arm blew up
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