RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - Rio N Mike lyrics

[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