Credits

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
Dwayne William Moore
Dwayne William Moore
Songwriter
Dax Terry
Dax Terry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne616
Wayne616
Producer
BlueStrip
BlueStrip
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne B)
Phew, bitch
No, Ghetto Boy, you know all that shit, ****
Hey, fuck a bitch while recordin', it's the slam cam
Put a wrestling move on her, ride Van Dam
I bought my ratchet bitch at ninety-eight grand, damn
The same day we went and slid in the can, am
With four micro Dracs
I pour the four-quay and gave the pop the tape
If I pop a Xax, I'm gettin' shot today
I caught him lackin' off the lean, made he rock away
And I can speak on that 'cause the topic's safe
Drawin' with a K like a pencil, get the block erased
They done stole the whole style, ****, copy paste
This mornin' somethin' happened, it's a Wocki day
Let's make a new style, change the format
Reset, fuck that gold plaque, it's a doormat
This **** bought a six of quay and tried to bring a Ford back
Robbed his ass for everything and closed the door back
I got the pape and the drink too
Two in case, heatin' from the side, call it K2
Mike, I'll pop a **** for you, boy, that ain't you
A **** say he ride me, boy, that ain't true
Pops up, hop back in the track, then I shake loose
Dropped a hunnid shots of cheap shit, call it Grey Goose
I signed myself to Distro Kid, it was a great move
The pack is 'bout to touch down, a thousand fake blues
Yeah, she got her titties done and they shake too
It's crazy, I can cook some dope, but I can't make food
One-thirty ain't gon' get me there, I gotta take two
I'm finna build me up the water, they can't break through
We the winnin' team, boy, that's great news
Me and Reverse anything, yeah, let's play twos
And girl, he tryna fuck on Freeze 'cause Lil Tay rude
Pitiful, a thousand dollar fit, but rockin' fake shoes
How the fuck you got on some fake shoes with a thousand dollar outfit, man?
You must be one of them one ****, huh? Alright, Mike
**** like you take fake blues
My young **** make ABC tw-, alright
They make ABC 12, alright
They make ABC 12, alright
They make ABC 12, job harder 'cause they make the news
I been rappin' six years, they ain't let me in the door
How you bring a friend with you when her motherfuckin' pussy stink too?
Y'all some nymphos, y'all some big hoes
I done got high and took my Rollie off, where my wrist go?
My bitch think I'm cheatin', I'm just gettin' high with Chris though
On the Southside tryna get a couple zips gone
The bitch suck my dick 'til her lips gone
That hit him up close, dropped the neck on him
That's five shots
You better ask about my ****, we don't die a lot
I done probably spent eight hundred buyin' pops
And bought a pint of Wock' every day, I just can't stop
I got real dog shit, I can make Wock'
He gotta keep his shiesty on 'cause his face hot
I told my white boy I need a drink, he bought a Quay box
Too many motherfuckers just pulled up, I'm finna shake spot
Let's see who's standin' when the smoke clearin', okay, stop
Written by: Dax Terry, Dwayne William Moore, Michael Lee Smith
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