[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Enrgy made this one)
Huh, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright
Left 'em all, nigga, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: RMC Mike, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch
Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz
I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in
Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands
I'm a chill nigga, but I hang with all hotheads
You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin
I wasn't in the beef, but fuck it, let me hop in
I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends
I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin
Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs
Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in
Adidas Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens
Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in
Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win
Chop puttin' niggas in the box, call it the undertaker
Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper
Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her
Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavor
(Enrgy made this one)
Huh, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright
Left 'em all, nigga, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: RMC Mike, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch
Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz
I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in
Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands
I'm a chill nigga, but I hang with all hotheads
You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin
I wasn't in the beef, but fuck it, let me hop in
I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends
I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin
Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs
Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in
Adidas Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens
Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in
Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win
Chop puttin' niggas in the box, call it the undertaker
Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper
Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her
Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavor
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