[Intro]
(Enrgy made this)
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I just stabbed a nigga up with a kitchen knife
I need a whole bag to get me back at sixty-nine
Swank called with a four of Wock', he want sixty-five
Bitch asked me what I want to eat, I said shrimp and fries
I need my shit fried hard
Finna go swimming in that pussy, fuck a lifeguard
Seen the stage, but didn't break a sweat, I got on Right Guard
I'm just tryna overcome the struggle, bitch, my life hard
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fucked the bitch and fell asleep quick, I guess she put it on me
Robbed a couple niggas last year, they still lookin' for me
Told the plug I wanna sell bud, he put some Cookie on me
I'm fucked up, he gave me two, then I took one from him
I don't wanna buy the Wocky pint unless the booklet on it
Bought a real knife in the county, gave him a cook-up for it
Tuck my shirt in when I do fraud, tryna look important
Two ounces of Act' in the cream look like a bunch of mortar
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Bought a Glock 40 from a deaf for a zip of soft
Shot a thousand rounds out the Drac', the wood wiggled off
Rio fuck with St. Bernard, but this some different dog
Unc' let the birds fly away, boy, that's pigeon talk
I can't buy that pint from you if the seal been off
Hit the brick like six times, damn near killed the dog
Burnin' tires in the Hellcat, the rubber peeling off
You need a split, well, here's a number you can call
(Enrgy made this)
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I just stabbed a nigga up with a kitchen knife
I need a whole bag to get me back at sixty-nine
Swank called with a four of Wock', he want sixty-five
Bitch asked me what I want to eat, I said shrimp and fries
I need my shit fried hard
Finna go swimming in that pussy, fuck a lifeguard
Seen the stage, but didn't break a sweat, I got on Right Guard
I'm just tryna overcome the struggle, bitch, my life hard
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fucked the bitch and fell asleep quick, I guess she put it on me
Robbed a couple niggas last year, they still lookin' for me
Told the plug I wanna sell bud, he put some Cookie on me
I'm fucked up, he gave me two, then I took one from him
I don't wanna buy the Wocky pint unless the booklet on it
Bought a real knife in the county, gave him a cook-up for it
Tuck my shirt in when I do fraud, tryna look important
Two ounces of Act' in the cream look like a bunch of mortar
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Bought a Glock 40 from a deaf for a zip of soft
Shot a thousand rounds out the Drac', the wood wiggled off
Rio fuck with St. Bernard, but this some different dog
Unc' let the birds fly away, boy, that's pigeon talk
I can't buy that pint from you if the seal been off
Hit the brick like six times, damn near killed the dog
Burnin' tires in the Hellcat, the rubber peeling off
You need a split, well, here's a number you can call
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