[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Mucus in my backwood, it's me and Chris King
No, I don't wanna 8 of wock, bring me a 16
Louie V covers on my bed, I have rich dreams
Don't sell dope to crack heads, I got rich fiends
I'm in Atlanta with the [?] and the blues on me
Brodie think I'm a handy man, keep a tool on me
Fuck a bitch, [?] act rude on her
Bitch ain't even like me at first, I guess I grew on her
I'm finna take over your club, it need a new owner
We all [?] come down [?]
[?] fucked up [?] needed a new doaner
Bitch said she wanted me to stuff her, threw some bluеs on her
[?] I only put in ten dollars, got a thousand back
[?] shit evеryday, where your stylest at?
I'm finna vacate on the beach, where the islands at?
Tryna find some [?], I'm out of town with your house on my left wrist
Nigga tried to gamble with his life, take your best pic
Rooky of the game, but I'm coming on some vet shit
I just scratched twenty million views off my check list
But it's more to go, you only got a five, well, let's pour a four
I can take you to the trentches, 'cause I know the ropes
Seeing straight through you, pussy nigga, like an open door
The truck had too much weight, that's an overload
Beat a bitch down wearing Louie V open toes
One of the greatest in my city, 'cause I opened doors
Oh you want to be a ghetto boy? You better know the code
Mucus in my backwood, it's me and Chris King
No, I don't wanna 8 of wock, bring me a 16
Louie V covers on my bed, I have rich dreams
Don't sell dope to crack heads, I got rich fiends
I'm in Atlanta with the [?] and the blues on me
Brodie think I'm a handy man, keep a tool on me
Fuck a bitch, [?] act rude on her
Bitch ain't even like me at first, I guess I grew on her
I'm finna take over your club, it need a new owner
We all [?] come down [?]
[?] fucked up [?] needed a new doaner
Bitch said she wanted me to stuff her, threw some bluеs on her
[?] I only put in ten dollars, got a thousand back
[?] shit evеryday, where your stylest at?
I'm finna vacate on the beach, where the islands at?
Tryna find some [?], I'm out of town with your house on my left wrist
Nigga tried to gamble with his life, take your best pic
Rooky of the game, but I'm coming on some vet shit
I just scratched twenty million views off my check list
But it's more to go, you only got a five, well, let's pour a four
I can take you to the trentches, 'cause I know the ropes
Seeing straight through you, pussy nigga, like an open door
The truck had too much weight, that's an overload
Beat a bitch down wearing Louie V open toes
One of the greatest in my city, 'cause I opened doors
Oh you want to be a ghetto boy? You better know the code
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