[Intro: RLSG KD & RMC Mike]
RLSG
Gang
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I mixed the Wock' with the red, now I'm activated
You ain't drinkin' real lean, that shit evaporated
Dog wasn't tryna throw no deal, so I had to take it
KD finessed seven thousand out a cancer patient
Bitch wanna hit the road bad and meet the scam fam
My mama named Betty Rubble, bitch, I'm Bamm-Bamm
Ugly Black bitch with some ass, damn, Pam
Hit three hoes in one night, that's a grand slam
[Verse 2: RLSG KD]
You'd fall in love with a bitch that I probably ran
High as hell mixin' lean up, I'm tryna land
Dope-boy Air Maxes on, you be rockin' Vans
I just punched some brand-new furniture from Art Van
I just seen a nigga that I shot say, "What's up, fam?"
I just seen a nigga that I sold cut for a band
Once you learn how to cook dope, you can be the man
My bitch tried to fight me in the kitchen, hit her with a pan
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I took my cup in the booth to get my mind clear
I had to pay an extra fee to get the pints here
Chasin' chicken all year 'round in some Nike Airs
Got a nigga baby mama pregnant, gave him nightmares
I'll hit the road with this shit if the price is right
Package came in, me and Ri goin' pint for pint
Bro just bought seventeen new Glocks, he don't like to fight
I'll never give up on this shit, boy, I like this life
RLSG
Gang
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I mixed the Wock' with the red, now I'm activated
You ain't drinkin' real lean, that shit evaporated
Dog wasn't tryna throw no deal, so I had to take it
KD finessed seven thousand out a cancer patient
Bitch wanna hit the road bad and meet the scam fam
My mama named Betty Rubble, bitch, I'm Bamm-Bamm
Ugly Black bitch with some ass, damn, Pam
Hit three hoes in one night, that's a grand slam
[Verse 2: RLSG KD]
You'd fall in love with a bitch that I probably ran
High as hell mixin' lean up, I'm tryna land
Dope-boy Air Maxes on, you be rockin' Vans
I just punched some brand-new furniture from Art Van
I just seen a nigga that I shot say, "What's up, fam?"
I just seen a nigga that I sold cut for a band
Once you learn how to cook dope, you can be the man
My bitch tried to fight me in the kitchen, hit her with a pan
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I took my cup in the booth to get my mind clear
I had to pay an extra fee to get the pints here
Chasin' chicken all year 'round in some Nike Airs
Got a nigga baby mama pregnant, gave him nightmares
I'll hit the road with this shit if the price is right
Package came in, me and Ri goin' pint for pint
Bro just bought seventeen new Glocks, he don't like to fight
I'll never give up on this shit, boy, I like this life
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