[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'll turn your bitch into a freak, Fifty Shades of Grey
And she suck my dick with no teeth, kinda make my day
When it come to talkin' shit on beats, boy, we paved the way
Dropped a four in a two liter and it made an eight
Fucked my nigga bitch and got her pregnant, should've made me wait
Dogged that lil' bitch five times and I made her gay
Thirty in this Glock and Baby Ghost brought the baby K
Sixty on that bitch, we'll drop ninety broad day
[Verse 2: Baby Ghost]
Baby Drac' and the trigger is my magic button
Make you disappear like Criss Angel if I tap that button
Almost shot a nigga in the mall, but bro snatched it from us
Ten milli' shеlls the same size as a chickеn nugget
And we got chops the same size as your big-ass uncle
So if you try to run up, we won't have to jump you
Leave a lot of holes in your body like acupuncture
And we got Glocks the same size as your infant cousin
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I'm the type to run up in your crib and kidnap that fucker
Ayy, then hold his lil' ass up for ransom
This shit real life, my mama told me I could tax 'em
I told him bring a hundred thousand, nigga, you can have 'em
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Bitch
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'll turn your bitch into a freak, Fifty Shades of Grey
And she suck my dick with no teeth, kinda make my day
When it come to talkin' shit on beats, boy, we paved the way
Dropped a four in a two liter and it made an eight
Fucked my nigga bitch and got her pregnant, should've made me wait
Dogged that lil' bitch five times and I made her gay
Thirty in this Glock and Baby Ghost brought the baby K
Sixty on that bitch, we'll drop ninety broad day
[Verse 2: Baby Ghost]
Baby Drac' and the trigger is my magic button
Make you disappear like Criss Angel if I tap that button
Almost shot a nigga in the mall, but bro snatched it from us
Ten milli' shеlls the same size as a chickеn nugget
And we got chops the same size as your big-ass uncle
So if you try to run up, we won't have to jump you
Leave a lot of holes in your body like acupuncture
And we got Glocks the same size as your infant cousin
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I'm the type to run up in your crib and kidnap that fucker
Ayy, then hold his lil' ass up for ransom
This shit real life, my mama told me I could tax 'em
I told him bring a hundred thousand, nigga, you can have 'em
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