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[Intro: RMC Mike]
Ooh SAV killed it
b*tch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Five piece laptop dinner, with the zip sauce
Bro bought a .50 cal rifle, don't get picked off
My b*tch on her period, finna f*ck her lips off
Dawg bought a pint but it was hit, he got ripped off
Ayy, now I'm p*ssed off
Sold three hundred grams of some pup, now I'm a big dog
Rio droppin' tapes every month, all sh*t talk
Pre-game gettin' my sick sucked before the kickoff

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Kick a n*gga in his face in some Prestos
Got my b*tch f*cking with the girl like she a lesbo'
Stomp a n*gga out then hit him with a elbow
Then have Mike kicks his ribs in, in some shell toes
Shoot yo' son in the head, might go to hell for it
But now you got a baby ghost, ain't talkin 'Trel though
Drive the bow's from Cali', what the f*ck I need the mail for?
Don't come around me, you ain't talkin' pape', you n*ggas smell broke

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Ayy Rio, we superstars
Finna drop Dum and Dumber Too, this b*tch super hard
Engine in the back, lil' n*gga this a supercar
Bring me ten bands and we can race, this b*tch supercharged
Ayy I got a point-two of hard
Finna give it to my auntie for a newer car
Yeah that's bro b*tch but I f*cked her, she was choosin' hard
Rio dropped thirty on a n*gga, he a shootin' star
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twenty shots from the backseat, I don't shoot up cars
Hit him in his head, now I'm jumpin' out a moving car
You won't even kill a n*gga sober, you need two whole bars
Did a song with Mike and dropped a six, I need two more bars
I mean I need two more lines
Hit him in his stomach, he survived, shot him two more times
You n*ggas cheaper than some Hanes boxers
Drop thirty shots and hit the crowd, I missed the main target

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
n*gga, f*ck yo' main artist
Me and Rio surfin' on these n*ggas, we the wave starters
Dropped a Honda Civic in the pot, pulled a Wraith out it
Never knew I could talk my sh*t and make pape' out it

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I dropped some flour in the pot and pulled a cake out it
I just did some janky sh*t and made eight thousand
I could spend a thousand every day, ain't no pape' problems
Dropped seven songs playin' around and made a tape out it

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Ri', that's very understanding
.40 with a beam, line you up like glass [?]
Slapped forty in the Galil, took the back off Sandy
Got a name for each and every one, these straps like family
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
You n*ggas sweeter than a bag of candy
Had to put my hands on my b*tch 'cause she was acting friendly
Charged Amanda eighty 'cause she loyal, but I'm taxin' Tammy
Made her ass give me one-fifty for a half a grammy