Fuck the Internet Rawood (Ft. Louie Ray & RMC Mike)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Bitch, haha, yeah
What up, Poody?
Quan, what we doin'? Haha
Got Louie in this bitch, my nigga Rawood
Pacquiao, Slap, what?

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Bitch, fuck the internet
Niggas out here really dyin' and ain't livin' yet
Bro said he got a play on the way, I'm finna intercept
Bitch, I just want my dick sucked, check the intellect
Oh, y'all think Mike broke? Well, y'all incorrect
Plug sent some weak 'bows, so I sent 'em back
I knew doggybone caught a body, I was in the back
Unc' want a zip of soft, sold him Similac
Bitch, give me that
I just sent two shells through his fitted cap
Right therе where he stand, that's whеre I ended at
He tellin' on the whole hood, we not into that
That nigga been a rat

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I'm loose, hit her for seven minutes, nothin' new (Okay)
Give the engine all that, it could take 'til it's somethin' blue
I feel like I done hustled here before, trap-jà vu
Nigga can't 50 Cent me, I'm not a Ja Rule
Alright, see you got your pistol on you, you gon' harm who?
I bought a thirty-thousand-dollar chain when I'm drowsy
I bought a thirty-thousand-dollar chain with the charm too
This not a 36, but 36 on my arm too
We can sell 'bows for a rack, that's what a farm do
I can get some shit flattened out, that's what an iron do
You wear your feelings on your sleeve, that's how I learned you
I ain't tryna deal with you right now, that's why I curved you