No Free Features RMC Mike (Ft. RLSG KD)
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[Intro: RMC Mike & RLSG KD]
Bitch
RLSG
Gang
Ayy
[Verse 1: RLSG KD]
My bitch only fuck with drug dealers, I don't feel special
Told my fiends for a hundred rock, they gotta arm wrestle
Remember catchin' plays with my cousin at the old Castles
He fell out with his worker, tried to make his own schedule
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Bro just caught a body at the store and he made the news
Told him bring me back a three pack of 1882s
Unc' ran into some strong dog, this shit can take a two
Ghost spent a stack on some Versaces that was navy blue
[Verse 3: RLSG KD & RMC Mike]
Dog spent a thousand on a gun he ain't even shoot
Beefin' with some niggas, fuck around and shoot the bitches too
Some old ladies seen us 'cross the street, we killed them bitches too
Hit the block, serve one of my fiends, then I hit the booth
[Verse 4: RLSG KD]
Hit the club, scale in my pocket, servin' in there too
Poppin' bottles, why you drinkin' beer? You ain't got no juice
Fell out with my nigga, bought a pint and he ain't sell a deuce
Caught an attitude with my bitch and punched her in the tooth
Bitch
RLSG
Gang
Ayy
[Verse 1: RLSG KD]
My bitch only fuck with drug dealers, I don't feel special
Told my fiends for a hundred rock, they gotta arm wrestle
Remember catchin' plays with my cousin at the old Castles
He fell out with his worker, tried to make his own schedule
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Bro just caught a body at the store and he made the news
Told him bring me back a three pack of 1882s
Unc' ran into some strong dog, this shit can take a two
Ghost spent a stack on some Versaces that was navy blue
[Verse 3: RLSG KD & RMC Mike]
Dog spent a thousand on a gun he ain't even shoot
Beefin' with some niggas, fuck around and shoot the bitches too
Some old ladies seen us 'cross the street, we killed them bitches too
Hit the block, serve one of my fiends, then I hit the booth
[Verse 4: RLSG KD]
Hit the club, scale in my pocket, servin' in there too
Poppin' bottles, why you drinkin' beer? You ain't got no juice
Fell out with my nigga, bought a pint and he ain't sell a deuce
Caught an attitude with my bitch and punched her in the tooth
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