R3kless lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
You're it
You’re it
You're it, quitsies
Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies (b*tch)
You can’t do that
Can too
Cannot, stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Damn, I'm 'bout to fall
My bars like a car with bad brakes, they don't stop at all
Dog dropped the top on his whip, I knocked his top off
Brand new .308, the bullets lookin' like some hot dogs

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga pulled a gun out on me, that wasn't smart at all
Knocked his ass out before he got to let a shot off
Caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw
A five in one pop and this b*tch lookin' like hot sauce

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I just left the stu' and bought a four from my auntie Lisa
Poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was Tempur-Pedic
sh*t real, promoters tryna book us for a show in Cleveland
pus*y had a lil’ stench on it, but the head strategic
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just drunk a whole pint, now I got amnesia
I can’t remember that b*tch name, but the pus*y decent
Me and Mike both f*cked that ho, you a pus*y eater
Know she suck di*k, she got big lips and crooked teefus

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Me and Rio made a new wave, but they ain't keepin’ up
Bang Dumb and Dumb3r out your sh*t and f*ck the speakers up
Plug pulled up on me yesterday, threw a key in the truck
Bro, I think this crazy b*tch outside, she keyin' your truck
Don't lie to me, baby, just be upfront
Unc' slid down in somethin’ with the big B in the front
Passed up all you rap n*ggas, now we in the front
Got his ho on tip, suckin' di*k, pourin' lean in cups

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Drop a n*gga like I just made him pee in a cup
Cookie strong as f*ck, I just put Hercules in a blunt
Smoke seven grams of Berner Cookie, now I'm seekin' Runtz
Pop a n*gga on a Friday night and f*ck his weekend up
Me and Mike be on some stupid sh*t
Muzzle on the chop, that b*tch sound like it's pootin' and sh*ttin'
Pull up to the courthouse with a Glock, they losin' the witness
Hit him two times in his head, he pooed in his britches
[Interlude]
Stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies
Cannot, triple stamped it, no erasies, touch blue, make it true
No, no, you can't triple stamp a double stamp
You can't triple stamp a double stamp, Lloyd
You can't triple stamp a double stamp
Lloyd, Lloyd (Guys)

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
Oh, y'all thought it's over?
Pop a n*gga, stuff him in a box, now he claustrophobic
Young dog don't sip lean no more, but he often rollin'
Caught an opp slippin' at the light and he lost composure
Now we in a different bag
Got some head and scratched off on her and gave her whiplash
Rio poured up a cream soda until it looked black
Young n*gga f*ckin' on my old teacher from gym class

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just scored a glass pint of red, you drinkin' SlimFast
f*ck her good since me and bro been in a gym bag
Really plugged in, f*ck a pint, I got a script pad
My coke plug stay in Texas, met him at Six Flags
I got that sh*t on me
n*gga think we finna throw the hands, I whipped out stick on him
Shot him more than twenty-some times and dropped the clip on him
Four eights of red, that's two pints, I got a fifth on me