RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - Give Me Lyfe lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat) Okay, gun draw, drop back, ni**a, hit him twice b*tch [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Okay, gun draw, drop back, baow, hit him twice I'm finna pour a whole fu*kin' pint, bring me ice I don't like Tris, but Wockeisha give me life SRT on everything I drive, it need lights Press the gas once, watch me take off on a b*tch You can get a discount on your life, ni**a, not a brick He a ho, man, he won't bust a grape, he just talkin' sh*t Made a hundred K fast as hell just talkin' sh*t Hey, I'm the G.O.A.T., you ni**as won't believe it He layin' on the ground with a hundred shells underneath him My new b*tch and my baby mama got common features I knocked down a lot of them hoes comin' out of Beecher Burberry hat, shoes, belt, plus I got the socks No, I would not battle you, I'm not Papa Doc Lil' ni**a playin' in the mud, we got it off of rocks Dog approached my car a lil' too fast, almost shot a cop Hey, Ri', get your ass up and come rap with me Backseat fu*kin' on my ho, we in a 550 Throw you in the jungle with nothin', can you survive with me? Hey, how much drank can I buy with like nine fifties? Three ounces and a quarter line I had the money on me, but I couldn't afford to buy In Atlanta with a hundred thousand on me, lookin' for a Georgia pie Bae, I'm off three Oxycontins, I'm more than high I know I'm ugly, but all these hoes think I'm a gorgeous guy I made a fat check off of rap snacks, come get your order now I'm probably only ni**a in my hood that got the Oregon 5s Play with my name and I'll send you to the Lord of mines Off-White sneakers with the spikes look like porcupines Here, you can take your money back, you was short a dime Drip everywhere in my room, I need to organize Damn, I need some purple cough syrup, the Morton kind I don't sip on that sh*t, I be drinkin' heavy I'm finna drop another chain, got a thing for Gary Seventy-five rounds at the bottom, just aim when you ready He caught one to the back of his head, now his brains spaghetti Pull off on the scene in a Tesla, it was— woah, alright Pull off on the scene in a Tesla, it was dead silent No bullsh*t, I just took off on a red Viper Bro got a thing for killin' cops, he a fed finder b*tch, all I do is smoke weed, you a med buyer [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] b*tch ass flat as hell, sh*t look like a wet diaper Just got a method from 10kKev, he a vet swiper Oh, you was lookin' for me? I'm at the set probably Or ridin' down 9 and Dequindre in a 'Vette probably Thirty racks, one night, I went to six parties Big-ass nickel on my waist hurt my hip kinda Me and Mike just got some new chains, we hit a lick Friday b*tch can't keep her mouth closed, she su*k dick probably My b*tch tryna get her body done, took her tit shopping I seen a ni**a trickin' with a b*tch, but he was rich probably Me and Quonny used to flush Act', I ain't sip Quali' Dog tryna get his bucks back, he at the gym probably Hah, you get it? If you see your b*tch starin' at me, I hit it I was gettin' red thirty-five a line and I miss it No h*mo, but Mike pulled up with a pint, I almost kissed it The mailman ain't approaching my house right, I almost killed him ni**a pulled up with some fake Percs, I'm be-livid Yeah, I'm pissed off He pull up with the 'bows and try to tax and got ripped off Nowadays, five, ten thousand when I trick off Teeth fallin' out one by one 'cause I sip raw He tried to reach for the gun, blew his hip off Hit him in his nose with the K, blew his lip off Drinkin' lean, tryna watch the game My cup damn near gone 'fore the tipoff Hittin' this rap b*tch, I'm just prayin' to God it don't slip off b*tch gave me the best head, she su*ked my dick off ni**as can't wait for me to slip so they can get off They like, "Ain't he on probation?" Then Rio let the stick off Ten minutes later Seen him at the store, hopped out with FN and I chased him ni**as always thinkin' sh*t sweet 'til I bake 'em Twelve racks for my white buffs, I'll break 'em Oh yeah, dog and 'nem still gettin' drop, I hate 'em Before I popped him up with the Glock, I Maced him After I hit him with the nine, I tased him I would call lil' dog my son, but I ain't raise him I was gettin' a hundred for a piece of dope size of a raisin It's ironic, soon as you left the spot, it got raided When the drink went up to three hundred a line, I paid it Everybody sayin' I'm straight, but I feel like I ain't made it Five years in the feds got me feelin' kind of crazy That's why I work, work, work, can't be feelin' like I'm lazy Me and Mike was rollin' zips, you was pinchin' out of eighties Your mama work at GM, I got her pension on me daily ni**a, fu*k is y'all talkin' 'bout, ni**a?