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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RMC Mike
RMC Mike
Performer
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Lee Smith
Michael Lee Smith
Songwriter
JAYLEIN ARTHUR CANTRELL
JAYLEIN ARTHUR CANTRELL
Songwriter
carlos deshawn fischer
carlos deshawn fischer
Songwriter
Davon Damon Meeks
Davon Damon Meeks
Songwriter
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne616
Wayne616
Producer
DannyG
DannyG
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Ooh,
shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Bah)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Yeah)
Hold on
Ayy, you know I am, ayy
You know I am, ayy
You know I am, ayy
You know I, ah
You know I'm that **** you ain't even gotta ask about it
8 of Quaegan in a baby bottle got me actin' childish
I know a **** tried to smack somebody and got smacked about it
I, got a petite, small bitch with lil' booty cheeks
Beatin' doonies down, you gotta listen when the coochies speak
And I don't even want the pussy if the coochie cheap (ooh)
Her coochie wet as hell, she got a water cat
I fuck her good and left, I had to call her back
I'm the real coochie man, I got some head at the mall in Saks
Bro fell but you was shootin' while you fallin' back
I'm finna dog a cat, we playin' cat and dog
This **** mad I hit his bitch, he just smacked the wall
He finna punch the air
I swear I miss the doonie van, I used to fuck in there
Alright
Bitch eat dick in the morning, she eat brunch in there (ooh)
Freak bitch pussy wet, she tryna fuck the chair
Bitch got a deep cat, I'm gettin' drunk in there
I pulled her out the other room, I told her, 'Come in here'
He got robbed for his kit and tryna jump the air
He tried to pour some green up, don't you fuckin' dare
I don't even talk to my bitch, we just fuck and stare
I'm out in Beecher sellin' dope with a buccaneer
**** really broke as hell, they make a buck a year
That's a hundred thousand
**** ain't wackin' shit, they like huntin' houses
All the rats havin' kids, just a bunch of mouses
What's that in your Louis bag? Just a bunch of ounces
She tryna fuck, she on my lap doin' a bunch of bouncin'
He talkin' 'bout some dog shit but can't up a thousand
I'm up for real, I spent your deal on a couple houses
Shit, how I spend all this shit? Don't give a fuck about it
She kinda ugly but that pussy wet like a fuckin' fountain
That **** told on his mans and you stuck around
He actin' hard 'cause he got a strap, shit, I'm tough without it
Brodie, my phone fuckin' up, I'm drivin' through the mountains
Three Cubans on my neck, I feel like I'm drownin'
My pants made by Kapital, my shirt Balenciaga
Givin' twos to lil' bro, he gon' fix the problem
Your luck down, we bought Fin's for the tough guys
A hundred racks and a O, watch me buck eyes
I be pickin' up my loads from the truck drivers
They say I fucked my money up, I bought a buss down
Both hands in the air, it's a touchdown
Fifty pounds on the hind, I know the bus driver
How I spend this shit today Don't give a fuck 'bout it
Put that China White in traffic when it's rush hour
Huh, I ran it up if you ain't noticed
I buy a bitch a Presi 'fore I give a bitch some roses
Twenty thousand in Chanel, leave me this lil' bitch the coldest
Ninety thousand on the oldie I put sixty in the motor, easy money
This **** said I'm broke, this **** funny
Bitch, I dropped out of school in sixth grade, I'm a dummy
Free three, man, he quick to rap a **** like a mummy
****, I was gon' smoke Uncle Ice if I was sunny
He think he tough, he finna tap that **** brain
Bitch, I'm in a Trackhawk with a Drake, switchin' lanes
Before this rap shit, I was quick to hit a stain
Man, this shit don't mean nothin', nah, I'll still hit a stain
His taxes hit, he bought a car, he think he that, that **** lame
Free say, 'You just upped a M, ****, go get another chain'
Hurry up, spin through the old ****, I'm tryna test my aim
Bitch, you ain't tryna fuck, then you shouldn't have came
Ayy, Rio, why my opps talkin' 'bout they wanna kill you?
Them **** ain't even did shit to me, they ain't gon' kill you
Are you a booster? That's okay, I used to steal too
This **** think he crazy, let me show him what the steel do
I can't believe your opp said that
That be the type of shit that I laugh at
A million dollars cash, get your ass wiped
And every **** you was seen with last night
A hundred thousand dollars, not a bad price
He tried to run and shot 'em in his ass twice
You say you got a pint what's the asking price?
You see, you took a PJs back to Flint for a glass pint
He took a, uh, uh, uh, I gotta slow it down for you, alright
He took a private plane back to Flint for a glass pint
You see what I'm sayin'?
I was high as hell last night
Swinging wide as hell with the 'K, look like a fag fight
I made a real ten M's, I got bragging rights
'Cause I came from zero, sometimes we ain't even had no lights
We ain't had no water, 'cause the pipes froze
Now I just spent a hundred thousand tryna buy clothes
Used to take my kids swimmin', now we got a pool
And that bitch in the middle of the fuckin' house, fool
I'm on some boss shit
I got Von with me, he'll get to tossin' shit
I really like the bitch, so I bought her shit
I got two hundred thousand on me, this my daughter's shit
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Davon Damon Meeks, JAYLEIN ARTHUR CANTRELL, Michael Lee Smith, carlos deshawn fischer

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