[Intro: RMC Mike]
(We don't smoke the same)
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Alright, uh, huh, huh, hold on, ayy
Bitch ass real as hell, but her boobies ain't
Yeah, ayy, hold on
Bitch ass real as hell, but her boobies ain't
Yeah, hey

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Bitch ass real as hell, but her boobies ain't
I just took her to Grand Blanc on a movie date
I just made the money spin, that's a booty shake
I just cussed a bitch out bad in my Louie face
That mean I'm serious
I knew a nasty nigga fuckin' hoes on they period
The city see we turned up off of rap, now they curious
This nigga pulled up with a pint of green, got me furious
Like damn, where the Wockesha?
I done drunk so much lean today, I almost stopped breathing
I know the pussy good, her teeth crooked and she knock-kneed
I might thank you for the help, but it was not needed
RG said them 'bows finna drop, it's crop season
You gotta sip the drank in the Sprite, it's pop season
They dropped one, we had to drop five, but we not even
We just left a bloody-ass scene, I think the cops needed
Infatuated how my gun shoot, I'm a Glock genius
Damn, I need some drink bad, but I'm not fiendin'
I just hit a Southside bitch, that's a thot region
I'm just telling you the truth, I am not preachin'
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