S.O.T.B. - Rio Da Yung OG, Rmc Mike

Shit

Bitch

Yeah

Alright

Bitch, I was born a savage, no Macho Man

Told brodie this shit on the floor like I dropped a band

Nigga 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

Shit, 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 nigga 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 bitch 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 shit while he fight the feds

We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead

At this point, shit, 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor

We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score

Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before

I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus

Left my white bitch 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 nigga, that’s the clique and I’ma hold it down

I hate a nigga 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 bitch wanna fuck me bad, she seen the AP

Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats

I’m finna shoot a bad motherfucker, call HD

My security’ll whack a nigga quick, shout out KB

D water, bust an Addy down, I’m finna take with you

Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasin' tissues

Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol

Pauly goin' back overseas 'cause he makin' missiles

Fuck a bitch once and don’t cuff, I am not a cop

Niggas 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

Fuck 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 nigga with my aunty gun

Handsome nigga, but I make an ugly face when she make me cum

Shit

Yeah, I’m on that, bitch

RMC, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Free Rio

Nigga, free Benji

Nigga, matter fact, free the whole fuckin' ghetto, nigga, it’s on