2 Spicy lyrics

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Quick to take a n*gga life that's how I'm rocking
E sneaky ass just pulled a pint out his pocket
Pop a opp top and then catch a flight out to Compton
Punch a n*gga in the face knock his eye out the socket
Balling on another level this the Major League
I'll spend whatever on some drank but I don't pay for weed
PLR with the green tips I love the way it sing
A n*gga want my bars on his song he gotta pay the fee

[Verse 2: Jamal Kuron]
You ain't f*ckin with the zaza's Kawhi Leonard
You the type to get excited cuz you met a b*tch on Tinder
I then f*cked so many hoes it's kinda hard to remember
He ain't f*ckin with the blade so he put it in the blender
n*gga mad that his b*tch make more money than him
Got my balls on her head like she under a rim
The only time you seen some weight is when you worked at the gym
I then took a lot of L's tryna get to ah M

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Jamal hit me up like [?] we gotta do another track
You need yo dope mixed call me before the sun call my cousin Track
Who got a real za plug I need a 100 pack
I ain't going back and forth with you, you ain't seen 100 racks
Yeah I'm talkin bout a thousand blues
Or two thousand 50's n*gga it don't matter it's really up to you
Let me call my n*gga Mike Kidd he got a buddy with juice
Touch me and get shot like 27 times bullets jumping you
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
We the real A-Team n*gga check the roster
Auntie hit my line with a pint for eleven dollars
Pop a perc I beat her back in she got a better posture
What the f*ck my 8 ain't come in this week let me check my doctor
He told me pull up to the office he can spare 10
Got a b*tch suckin di*k on camera had to tell her friends
Talking too spicy for the game they had to let us in
I can out-rap you all night this sh*t'll never end

[Verse 5: Jamal Kuron]
I am not David Ruffin pus*y n*gga don't tempt me
Had a heart full of love now that b*tch running empty
Ruths Chris every night I don't eat no-mo Wendy's
Wasn't nobody around when I had four pennies
Get a n*gga folded different ways like a fortune teller
Started slacking at my job cause the streets pay better
I was tryna f*ck with this b*tch I think her name Anetta
But she giving me the runaround Floyd Mayweather

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ok, I'm finna pop a Perc 30 and beat her down
In the crib with 10 hoes by myself throw my meat around
Im somewhere running up a bag, you don't see me around
Really somewhere like a housemaid how I clean the house
5-6 n*ggas at one time it can be crazy
Today I lucked up and found a pint of Wock for 680
f*cked a hoe and nutted quick and made the b*tch pay me
The Rolls truck looks pretty factory and it's real spacious
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yea GhettoBoyz sh*t n*gga, What up Jamal, What Up Mike, Y'all Know What The f*ck Going On, Free The Whole Ghetto