[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ahh
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw shit, Wayne done came with some grease again
2021 wide body, this bitch CPN
I'm tryna fuck, but her kids up, told her sneak me in
You tryna shop, bitch, I got deals, we doin' three for tens
I'm talkin' ten thousand dollars
I know the answer to your equation, take out the problem
Dior store closed on my bitch, now we out the Prada
I just drunk two lines of Wock' and an ounce of water
Twenty-band play on the floor, we out tomorrow
Bitch, I need my dick sucked before you leave out this car
Out of town lookin' for some Wock', but we found some Par
Ten milli' glued to my hip, don't leave out the R
A hundred racks of jewelry on my neck, we some ghetto niggas
A thousand dollar Loubs on my feet, stomp the pedal with it
Her baby daddy broker than a bitch, I'm a better image
I need your bitch to stuff a big bag, it's 'bout seven inches
Three days into the new year, I done fucked seven women
You need your new crib renovated, call Fredrick Willis
I can drink a fuckin' pint a day, I got seven kidneys
Fuck a baby chop, I just hit a nigga block with eleven pistols
Clip so big, I can shoot for 'bout eleven minutes
Dropped thirty shots in the crowd and left several injured
Opps know we got so many guns, they self-surrender
Young nigga made it out the mud, we some ghetto children
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ahh
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw shit, Wayne done came with some grease again
2021 wide body, this bitch CPN
I'm tryna fuck, but her kids up, told her sneak me in
You tryna shop, bitch, I got deals, we doin' three for tens
I'm talkin' ten thousand dollars
I know the answer to your equation, take out the problem
Dior store closed on my bitch, now we out the Prada
I just drunk two lines of Wock' and an ounce of water
Twenty-band play on the floor, we out tomorrow
Bitch, I need my dick sucked before you leave out this car
Out of town lookin' for some Wock', but we found some Par
Ten milli' glued to my hip, don't leave out the R
A hundred racks of jewelry on my neck, we some ghetto niggas
A thousand dollar Loubs on my feet, stomp the pedal with it
Her baby daddy broker than a bitch, I'm a better image
I need your bitch to stuff a big bag, it's 'bout seven inches
Three days into the new year, I done fucked seven women
You need your new crib renovated, call Fredrick Willis
I can drink a fuckin' pint a day, I got seven kidneys
Fuck a baby chop, I just hit a nigga block with eleven pistols
Clip so big, I can shoot for 'bout eleven minutes
Dropped thirty shots in the crowd and left several injured
Opps know we got so many guns, they self-surrender
Young nigga made it out the mud, we some ghetto children
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