[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw shit
It's KrispyKidd and Mike
I just served Auntie some shit to get Billy right
I've been rapping for only two years, and got plenty ice
Yeah you had a good first quarter, but didn't finish right
I got that kind of dick to make a gay bitch leave a dyke
Today I ain't bring no cash out, we had a visa night
Weed strong as hell man, this shit would make Jesus high
Give me two racks for a verse, that's my weekend price
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Started drinking lean backwards, I been sippin right
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it spiked
Ahh, fuck
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it twice
I don't wanna get mad, I know Imma hit my wife
[?] don't want me around the fam, he think I hit his wife
The way I shoot this bitch, you would think I hooped for the Sixers twice
You slid on a Christmas party, only thing you hit was lights
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Na, I can't tax bro like that, he get the fisher price
Put that nigga out right there, he lit the swisher twice
Lean drinker, doing anything, I be mixing pints
I was broke but now a nigga up, I live a vivid life
12 lines of wok, about to pour it in the twenty ounce
Make some dog shit this month, they let Jimmy out (Happy as hell)
That's my favorite fiend
Nigga think he fresh
Pulled up white tee and some faded jeans
Busting nuts on my bitch face, like it's Maybelline
Honey badger, hit his front front chest then invade the spleen
I know a nigga right now that'll kill you for a 8 of green
Stomp a nigga head, fuck some Timbs, these A.C.G.'s
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw shit
It's KrispyKidd and Mike
I just served Auntie some shit to get Billy right
I've been rapping for only two years, and got plenty ice
Yeah you had a good first quarter, but didn't finish right
I got that kind of dick to make a gay bitch leave a dyke
Today I ain't bring no cash out, we had a visa night
Weed strong as hell man, this shit would make Jesus high
Give me two racks for a verse, that's my weekend price
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Started drinking lean backwards, I been sippin right
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it spiked
Ahh, fuck
Poured it in the cup raw, and then hit it twice
I don't wanna get mad, I know Imma hit my wife
[?] don't want me around the fam, he think I hit his wife
The way I shoot this bitch, you would think I hooped for the Sixers twice
You slid on a Christmas party, only thing you hit was lights
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Na, I can't tax bro like that, he get the fisher price
Put that nigga out right there, he lit the swisher twice
Lean drinker, doing anything, I be mixing pints
I was broke but now a nigga up, I live a vivid life
12 lines of wok, about to pour it in the twenty ounce
Make some dog shit this month, they let Jimmy out (Happy as hell)
That's my favorite fiend
Nigga think he fresh
Pulled up white tee and some faded jeans
Busting nuts on my bitch face, like it's Maybelline
Honey badger, hit his front front chest then invade the spleen
I know a nigga right now that'll kill you for a 8 of green
Stomp a nigga head, fuck some Timbs, these A.C.G.'s
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.