RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - S.O.T.B. lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) sh*t b*tch Yeah Alright [Verse] b*tch, I was born a savage, no Macho Man Told brodie this sh*t on the floor like I dropped a band ni**a said he poured a three up, then why your pop so thin? Mama said get money and go home, you ain't got no friends sh*t, I'm like, "You damn right" Turned into a fiend, we droppin' fours in a canned Sprite Hit her from the back off a Perc', she like, "Damn, Mike" Her ni**a broke and can't make no cheese, he a ham, right? I just did one-twenty in a Scat' down Van Dyke The pussy wack, I give the b*tch back like, "What your friend like?" Goldie drunk my last deuce of Wock', we had a hand fight Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight Me and Ri' made some dog sh*t while he fight the feds We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead At this point, sh*t, I'll pay whatever for a pint of red Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead Sixty racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it Your b*tch cheated with me 'cause you ain't never got no time for her Twelve hundred for them new Dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em New Diamondback FN, that b*tch sound like a lawnmower Ten milli' got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told him black the Porsche Mama asked me what's up in my cup, it's Act', of course Don't ask me if I got a gun on me, I'm strapped, of course Militant-minded like my pops and we'll go to war Flint Town got a name now 'cause we opened doors Thirty-seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour Steppin' on these ni**as hard as fu*k, we had to change the floor We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score b*tch legs shakin' hard like she never came before I like that sh*t better than the verse, bro, change the chorus Left my white b*tch and got rich, that's a paid divorce Strapped up in my Gucci slides with the fur in 'em I put Forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em Hit him seven times with a K, broke a nerve in him Military-issued bullets came with a curve in 'em Ghetto Boy ni**a, that's the clique and I'ma hold it down I hate a ni**a actin' like he rich when it's hoes around Threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the Joker smile Brodie, I just dropped another opp, okay, over, out Grown b*tch wanna fu*k me bad, she seen the AP Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats I'm finna shoot a bad motherfu*ker, call HD My security'll whack a ni**a quick, shout out KB D water, bust an Addy down, I'm finna take with you Ten milli' hit a ni**a in his head, erasin' tissues ni**a tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol Pauly goin' back overseas 'cause he makin' missiles fu*k a b*tch once and don't cuff, I am not a cop ni**as steady tryna buy my PLR 'cause it's out of stock I'm the big man in the paint, knock him out the box They like, "Mike, why you ain't got no kids?" 'Cause I condom shop fu*k it, if I meet the right one, I might make me one Barry pulled up with Perc-30s, had to take me one I know I'm legal, but I just popped a ni**a with my aunty gun Handsome ni**a, but I make an ugly face when she make me cum [Outro] sh*t Yeah, I'm on that, b*tch RMC, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, ni**a Free Rio ni**a, free Benji ni**a, matter fact, free the whole fu*kin' ghetto, ni**a, it's on