[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Ahh
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Aw sh*t, Wayne done came with some grease again
2021 wide body, this b*tch CPN
I'm tryna fu*k, but her kids up, told her sneak me in
You tryna shop, b*tch, I got deals, we doin' three for tens
I'm talkin' ten thousand dollars
I know the answer to your equation, take out the problem
Dior store closed on my b*tch, now we out the Prada
I just drunk two lines of Wock' and an ounce of water
Twenty-band play on the floor, we out tomorrow
b*tch, I need my dick su*ked before you leave out this car
Out of town lookin' for some Wock', but we found some Par
Ten milli' glued to my hip, don't leave out the R
A hundred racks of jewelry on my neck, we some ghetto ni**as
A thousand dollar Loubs on my feet, stomp the pedal with it
Her baby daddy broker than a b*tch, I'm a better image
I need your b*tch to stuff a big bag, it's 'bout seven inches
Three days into the new year, I done fu*ked seven women
You need your new crib renovated, call Fredrick Willis
I can drink a fu*kin' pint a day, I got seven kidneys
fu*k a baby chop, I just hit a ni**a block with eleven pistols
Clip so big, I can shoot for 'bout eleven minutes
Dropped thirty shots in the crowd and left several injured
Opps know we got so many guns, they self-surrender
Young ni**a made it out the mud, we some ghetto children
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Blowin' a rifle at a ni**a car that'll melt his engine
Got a plug out in California that'll mail a pigeon
Middle of the hood tryna fishtail a Bentley
Ten milli' on my hip same color as a penny
People snatched me, I ain't say sh*t, b*tch, I'm Kenny
I ain't lettin' a random ni**a wear my kit, I ain't friendly
Three tens and an RP 30, off a 60
I don't dance, but I'll grab the four-five and get jiggy
b*tch, stop blowin' up my phone, I'm kinda busy
Me and Mike tryna do this song while I'm cookin' sizzies
You a rookie when it come to dog food, you still use Rizzy
First time Peezy took me on Flanders, drunk a deuce of Rizzy
Drunk so much Wock' this month, might remove a kidney
I prefer Glocks, but if it get hectic, I'll use a Smitty
My shooter ain't got sh*t up top, he'll shoot a kiddy
Three Percs and an eight of Wock', I abuse the kitty
This a Redeye Hellcat
I just cut the air with a blunt of Cherry, can you smell that?
I just drunk a two liter by myself, got me feelin' fat
Four pints of Wock' is equivalent to a twelve of Act'
Tried to take my chain and run, twenty bullets hit his back
Shootin' a big-ass rifle with a pulley on the back
ni**a, I just put a gram of Cookie in my Black
Lil' bony b*tch, but the pussy kind of fat
Yeah, I'm finna hit her raw
Thirty-nine bullets in the car, bullet hit his jaw
I just found an eight of red, now I'm sippin' it
Pussy-ass ni**a ain't gon' do sh*t, he a cli*oris
She a squirter, you can tell when you tickle it
I just got sixty-five hundred for a 'bow of snicklefritz
ni**as fu*kin' with the flow 'cause it's ignorant
Baby Ghost just bought another K, he belligerent
I couldn't find no Wockhardt, now I'm sippin' Tris
Thick b*tch with a small waist and some little tits
First time I drunk Act', I remember it
Bought a two-liter cream soda, poured a six in it