Cherry Cola Wakko The Kidd & RMC Mike

[RMC Mike]
Look
Every time I [?]
High as hell, gettin' my dick sucked, smokin' cherry cola
A thousand pounds stuffed in the trunk left a heavy odor
[?] my way into the game, they wouldn't let me over
I spent 40 some thousand on a wristwatch
Stay downed with who I came with, I never flip-flop
He pulled up in a [?], but left out in a big box
The jewelry cost an arm and a leg, who wanna kickbox?

[Wakko The Kidd]
I'm the type to pull up Hellcat with the Rollie on
I got a stick that light up like I'm Obiwan
Them killers put that metal to your chest like a stethoscope
My life a whole fucking movie not a episode
I grew up selling dope to junkies, where the pebbles at
SRT beam so hot it make the Devil mad
Haters need to get they money up with they jealous ass
Passing all these hoes back and forth like a tennis match

[RMC Mike]
The area that I grew up in, they was killin' rats
Pistol whip a nigga in his head 'til his vision black
I made my name in the hood, so I be givin' back
Turn the pressure up in this bitch until the ceiling crack
Real money counter, it's a movement
Nigga you ain't gettin' no pape, what you doing?
Five-seven hit him close range, left him clueless
I got a lawyer fightin' anything 'cus he jewish