[Intro: RMC Mike]
(I got so much Enrgy)
Hoo
Bitch
Alright
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Niggas can't get his aim right, it's like the screen glitchin'
I got some bread on the floor like when you feed pigeons
Plain Sprite, add a six of Wock', I just remixed it
Sorry, bae, I can't fuck you longer than fifteen minutes
Hey, unless I'm off a Perc'
Gave her ass a thirty-minute break like when she go to work
Nigga came a thousand dollars short, gave him a weak verse
I'm high as hell, my bitch wanna suck dick, I gotta pee first
I'm better than that blunt you fire up after you clock out
Bro tryna scam, threw his ass a punch, that's a knockout
Got into a scuffle with my pastor, whipped the Glock out
Bro don't fuck with club, but if I say the word, he'll pop out
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
The federales gave me sixty months, I shouldn't've copped out
Sixty racks on an old school, I'm finna pop out
Walkin' through a nigga bitch crib with my cock out
He tryna flex with his AP, I shot the clock out it
Baby Ghost trippin' with the stick, he off a bar probably
Just drunk a four of Wockhardt straight, got my heart poundin'
It's crazy, a little shootout turned to a car promise
I'll rap the whole fuckin' beat, I won't start stoppin'
Bought my lil' bitch a Malibu, she havin' car problems
I spend damn near twelve racks goin' Dior shoppin'
Coke plug answered the phone, he in PR probably
He just drunk a fake pint, he gotta fart probably
(I got so much Enrgy)
Hoo
Bitch
Alright
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Niggas can't get his aim right, it's like the screen glitchin'
I got some bread on the floor like when you feed pigeons
Plain Sprite, add a six of Wock', I just remixed it
Sorry, bae, I can't fuck you longer than fifteen minutes
Hey, unless I'm off a Perc'
Gave her ass a thirty-minute break like when she go to work
Nigga came a thousand dollars short, gave him a weak verse
I'm high as hell, my bitch wanna suck dick, I gotta pee first
I'm better than that blunt you fire up after you clock out
Bro tryna scam, threw his ass a punch, that's a knockout
Got into a scuffle with my pastor, whipped the Glock out
Bro don't fuck with club, but if I say the word, he'll pop out
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
The federales gave me sixty months, I shouldn't've copped out
Sixty racks on an old school, I'm finna pop out
Walkin' through a nigga bitch crib with my cock out
He tryna flex with his AP, I shot the clock out it
Baby Ghost trippin' with the stick, he off a bar probably
Just drunk a four of Wockhardt straight, got my heart poundin'
It's crazy, a little shootout turned to a car promise
I'll rap the whole fuckin' beat, I won't start stoppin'
Bought my lil' bitch a Malibu, she havin' car problems
I spend damn near twelve racks goin' Dior shoppin'
Coke plug answered the phone, he in PR probably
He just drunk a fake pint, he gotta fart probably
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