[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Bitch
E, what it do, my nigga?
What it look like?
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
Slide past the opps' crib at night, I might burn it down
Watch 'em run out, shoot everybody that come runnin' out
In the trap, the feds got it lookin' like a haunted house
I used to meet all my fiends at Kessels, but it's Krogers now
Tryna sell me drank, the seal ain't on, then I'ma turn it down
Nigga ain't wanna pay my price, gave him the run-around
Fell off, was fucked up for a minute, people quit comin' 'round
It was hard to make it past the man— man, let me shut my mouth
The weed that I'm blowin' taste so good, I had to put it out
That ain't no real Cookiе in that blunt, bro, put it out
It's too much soda on the dope, unc', cook it down
Left thе dope in the bitch pussy, I hope she took it out
When we fuck, if the pussy good, then I ain't pullin' out
Poured a two in a twenty-ounce, it's polluted now
You poured up, but keep on addin' pop, your drank diluted now
Bought a twelve of red, I drunk ten, I got two more ounces
It's a lot of shit I wanna say, I don't know how to say it
Bro just asked to rob my plug, I don't know how to play it
Bitch and her friend wanna fuck, I don't know how to play it
Told one I'm 'bout to pull up, I'ma send Mike instead
Sick I almost paid a hundred-fifty for an ounce of red
I'm glad I called my mama
She just brung me a four of Morton for two hundred dollars
Drunk a deuce and sold the other deuce for two hundred dollars
Yeah, I got my money back
He said he was gon' pour the drank with me, but he ain't comin' back
The fiends said your dope some bullshit, they want they money back
The shit that we got straight drop, got 'em keep comin' back
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Bitch
E, what it do, my nigga?
What it look like?
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse 1: GrindHard E]
Slide past the opps' crib at night, I might burn it down
Watch 'em run out, shoot everybody that come runnin' out
In the trap, the feds got it lookin' like a haunted house
I used to meet all my fiends at Kessels, but it's Krogers now
Tryna sell me drank, the seal ain't on, then I'ma turn it down
Nigga ain't wanna pay my price, gave him the run-around
Fell off, was fucked up for a minute, people quit comin' 'round
It was hard to make it past the man— man, let me shut my mouth
The weed that I'm blowin' taste so good, I had to put it out
That ain't no real Cookiе in that blunt, bro, put it out
It's too much soda on the dope, unc', cook it down
Left thе dope in the bitch pussy, I hope she took it out
When we fuck, if the pussy good, then I ain't pullin' out
Poured a two in a twenty-ounce, it's polluted now
You poured up, but keep on addin' pop, your drank diluted now
Bought a twelve of red, I drunk ten, I got two more ounces
It's a lot of shit I wanna say, I don't know how to say it
Bro just asked to rob my plug, I don't know how to play it
Bitch and her friend wanna fuck, I don't know how to play it
Told one I'm 'bout to pull up, I'ma send Mike instead
Sick I almost paid a hundred-fifty for an ounce of red
I'm glad I called my mama
She just brung me a four of Morton for two hundred dollars
Drunk a deuce and sold the other deuce for two hundred dollars
Yeah, I got my money back
He said he was gon' pour the drank with me, but he ain't comin' back
The fiends said your dope some bullshit, they want they money back
The shit that we got straight drop, got 'em keep comin' back
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