The Gym lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(1800 for you)
b*tch
(Damn, E, this a classic)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Hey, Ri', this beat is interesting
Glock 26 with a thirty, f*ck a Smith & Wesson
Hit a n*gga twenty-three times in his middle section
Bro got seven plays on the way, I'm finna intercept 'em

[Verse 2: Eastside Reup]
Hey, five hundred grams out the brick just to re-press it
Hundred-grand play on Southfield, meet me at the Westin
Tay-Tay ridin' with me, I hope he don't miss the exit
Ridin' with an AR, a Glock, and a Smith & Wesson

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I'm a Flint n*gga
Hit your fender with an F&H, leave a dent in it
Ooh, this pop dark as hell, I poured a six in it
One-twenty for a line of this, I put your rent in it
I could drink a whole gallon, I got big kidneys
My boy say he don't want to buy the work if ain't no fent' in it
He wanna ball, I met him at the court, we in this b*tch dribblin'
Speed reloader, load a hundred-round drum in six minutes
[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
Before I let you get the up on me, I'ma get you gone
Every n*gga with me say a prayer before we hit that road
Usually I get a ten ball before I hit the hole
Everybody throw a mask on before we hit the blow

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I swear this sh*t came out the blue
Told bro I want a lemonade, f*ck a Mountain Dew
She mad 'cause I left, the drank gone, sh*t, I'm poutin' too
Pop a n*gga, chill back for a week at the Fontainebleau

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
sh*t, I got an ounce of food
Ninety-eight grams of lactose, I'ma round it by two
The plug dropped one off yesterday, I met him 'round two
Hit her sober, then popped a Perc', ready for round two

[Verse 7: FMB DZ]
I got young n*ggas that'll rob you for a pair of shoes
Lil' bro wanna hit the road so he'll kill for blues
Since a n*gga wanna get some clout, we put him on the news
Send the boogieman to your block, he make n*ggas move

[Verse 8: Eastside Reup]
f*ck around and I'll drop your daddy for a pack of oranges (I will)
Hit the road, state-to-state tourin', I ain't come performin' (Nah)
I hit the ho and gave her back, bro, that b*tch borin' (That b*tch borin')
Gave the ho McDonalds, she keep askin' for some f*ckin' Mortons (She keep askin')
[Verse 9: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch, I'm finna lock it down
.300 Blackout with the suppressor make not a sound
Military-issued M16 hold a lot of rounds
The opps slid in a helicopter, we shot it down

[Verse 10: Eastside Reup]
Play and I'll have Los smoke your ass like a Black and Mild (Smoke his ass)
Opps tried to slide, caught they ass, made him turn around (Caught his ass)
Had to leave my old ho, the b*tch ain't wanna hold me down (My b*tch)
Still countin' old pros, I'm tryna touch a hundred thou'

[Verse 11: FMB DZ]
Pop a Perc', slam dunk in her like I'm Vince Carter
Pour a four in a twenty ounce, it look like Flint water
Put a half of fent' on the brick so it can hit harder
I just bought a MAC with a compressor, this b*tch a sh*t starter
All my opps turned into my fans, them n*ggas thought smarter
Get you whacked if you refuse my offer, I'm the Godfather
Don dada, young dog trippin', he a live wire
Fast Money, Turnaround Gang, it's the empire