RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - Talkin Wet lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (Ooh, Sav killed it) b*tch [Verse 1: RMC Mike] I been runnin' up a check, I broke my hamstring Mixin' Wockiana with the Tris, makin' champagne Threw a hundred on my PLR, ain't gotta damn aim ni**as hate the fact I'm comin' up, ain't that a damn shame? Rio said his next piece gon' be a hundred-gram chain [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] No, Mike, a hundred-grand chain Was just lookin' out for a raid, then the van came Snapped my fingers twice, called the plug, a hundred grams came I was tryna beat this b*tch down, then her man came The feds came with a— alright, ahh The feds came with an indictment, then a hundred bands came [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Bookbag got a hundred in it, broke the bed frame ni**a ordered up some zazas, but regs came Pop a ni**a with my eyes closed, I got dead aim Play with the b*tch brain, get the neck, we playin' head games 40 slam a ni**a on his neck if he run into it Who woulda knew two years ago we'd be runnin' music? b*tch pussy wet, but even better when I cum into it I need 50K for this BIN, this punch exclusive [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] I ain't steppin' in your club if I can't bring a gun into it Pop a ni**a in his belly bu*ton, he leak stomach fluid I can't fu*k my cougar b*tch right now, me and her son into it I probably got STDs, I just hit a hundred dookies If I don't hit the ni**a in his head, I bet my cousin do it I know you love my music, I don't care, I ain't fu*kin' groupies Matter fact, b*tch, let me see your fu*kin' b**bies [Verse 5: RMC Mike] b*tch, pull your pants down, I'm finna stuff the coochie I ain't an actor, I done made about a couple movies I was buyin' lean from the b*tch, I wasn't fu*kin' Suzie [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG, Louie Ray & YN Jay] Got the b*tch number Monday night, we fu*kin' Tuesday Call Jay, he somewhere in Philadelphia fu*kin' with Uzi Press the trigger once and hold the b*tch, it's a fu*kin' Uzi Got into some bullsh*t 'cause I fu*ked a groupie, ahh Jay and Ray just hopped on our song and they out in Cali Popped an opp on Lyndon Road, me and Mike caught him walkin' out the Valley Man, that ni**a ain't sh*t, I'm talkin' 'bout my daddy Thirty-hour session at Collective, Water popped an Addy [Verse 7: RMC Mike] b*tch mad 'cause I ain't wanna get sexual, so I shot her daddy Can't believe my ni**a think he doin' somethin' 'cause he dropped a Chally ni**a talkin' 'bout he bought a house, ni**a, drop the addy I got a lot of money on me now, but I pay with plastic [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike] Made a half a million last year, but I just made a pallet Spent my last dollar on some lean, but I had to have it I just fu*ked a cute ratchet b*tch on the inflated mattress ni**a asked me can he buy some work? I probably ain't gon' have it b*tch think her body is a temple, penetrate the palace You could buy a whole brick or a half a basket My daddy was there sometimes, I'm a half a ba*tard This my first time hittin' her, should I grab a Magnum? Cut his legs off and pop him, they gon' put him in a half a casket I be gettin' high off old drank, this a pterodactyl