RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - Substance Abuse lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] (Marc Boomin, this you?) I know, yeah What up, Marc Boomin? ni**a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t Alright [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] If it's money on the floor, I'ma walk to it Ben Frank my friend, sometimes I talk to him I got a loyal b*tch with no car who will walk to me Whole pint of Wock' gone Wednesday, it was bought Tuesday And I ain't sell a line, you know it's gone 'cause I don't drop deuces 4462, damn, man, I'm kinda stupid I might get an assault charge 'cause I abuse it How the fu*k I catch a case for sellin' dope and I'm a user? Chase him down in a long blue coat, I'm with Scooter I'm with a blowhead shooter, he ooh coke out his roof I wasn't tryna fu*k your b*tch, but she shouldn't have spoke to me Mike noddin' off the drank, but hе still woke to me [Verse 2: RMC Mike] ni**a, put that blunt down, that sh*t you smokin' on smell likе potpourri They labeled me the hood president, come vote for me ni**a, I'm hungry, I just want a steak down from Ocean P Baby girl wanna fu*k me bad, it's the no for me ni**a said he bought a Hellcat, it's the note for me Everything coming off the head, nobody wrote for me Spent so much money at Saks Fifth, I got a coat for free I be fu*kin' on the doctor daughter for fours of lean Told the whole world once before I'm a lean junkie Hoes say I'm fat, it's not the food, this a lean stomach My set shot so motherfu*kin' smooth, I got a clean jumper Yeah, I still beat my b*tch ass, she a mean woman [Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] So many shots, these will last for three summers fu*k a slumber party, laying in the basement, that's a sleep-under Eight hundred dollar shirt on and my jeans custom Brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty Ahh I just popped out with a ten-pack of zaz' White b*tches in the crib, titties out, Mardi Gras Six ni**as in the truck with all sticks, that's a party bus b*tch, stop lyin' sayin' you pregnant, I hardly fu*ked I was off an Oxy' and a pint of Tuss' noddin' and stuff So how the fu*k did I nut in you? Already look like you got lice, I ain't touchin' you Had to spill my lil' redbone, she a bugaboo Big drum on the handgun, it go doo-doo-doo VVS diamonds in my chain, really W Just had to ask my mama do my uncle ooh? Six hundred gram Cuban on, neck uncomfortable My b*tch shoot, drive, and she got her L's, she smuggle too b*tch think she the one, she number two I just poured an unknown amount, this jungle juice Whole pint in one pop, that's substance abuse ni**a, I ain't gotta kill you, my cousin'll do it Twelve white hoes on deck, I feel like Uncle Luke I'm finna fly to LA and smoke a QP with Uncle Snoop [Verse 4: RMC Mike] A lot of dogsh*t in my pocket, just a bunch of poop Out in Colorado, I was living in a bungaloo Young dog really can't shoot, he go above the hoop I swear I'll beat a ni**a ass 'til my knuckles blue Bro finally showed me how to swipe, I punched a coupe And naw, this ain't animal abuse, I punched a goose ni**a, I'll never hit your drank, but I'll punch your juice Call Rio to a video shoot, he brought a huncho through Kinda fu*ked me up, this ni**a had a blunt rolled up too