No Big Homie lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Ayy, ayy
Alright
(Boomin' need extras)
Run off on a b*tch, yeah, I dipped on her
Hey

[Chorus: RMC Mike]
Okay, Ty walked in with a Glock, it had a switch on it
Dog want another zip, I put the mix on it
I ain't never wore Rick Owens
But them diamonds on my chain doin' flips on you
Yeah, I knew that ass fat, look at the hips on her
Make a dollar out the b*tch, threw a pimp on her
pus*y had dog sh*t on him
Cam'ron, I'll knock a n*gga ass out, then p*ss on him
I ain't never had a big homie

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Hope my big brother never switch on me
I do this sh*t for my loved ones, I'm gettin' rich for 'em
b*tch ran up and got stiffarmed
Keep two forties in my pants to keep my di*k warm
Got a new b*tch from Japan, she do insurance
Jumped in that water, bet hе drowned, it had a big current
f*ck a b*tch for an hour, I got endurancе
So much ice on my neck, I got a b*tch starin'
b*tch, why you starin' at me like that?
Hogtied the b*tch down, she couldn't fight back
Dancin' on the work like I'm Mike Jack
I'm finna pour a whole f*ckin' brick in this b*tch, bring me an icepack
He ain't really hard, n*gga, where the hype at?
I ain't want no motherf*ckin' Mountain Dew, where my Sprite at?
I spilled lean on my 12 Max, where the rice at?
I knew she was gon' give the pus*y up, where the price at?
Just like that
b*tch, tuh
b*tch checked my phone twelve times, I ain't write back
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Pint of green just knocked me out, I ain't fight back
Calm down 'fore you get yourself killed with your hype ass
I ain't never stoppin' in a neighborhood, I just fly past
Oh, your plug can't get the work? I can bypass
Every time Lou get a pint of Wock', he let me buy half
Michael drunk a fifth of liquor in a pint with his white ass
You don't suck di*k? You might won't see me again with your shy ass
I was finna take the n*gga presi' off his wrist, but I can buy that
Heard your baby daddy got spilled, where he die at?
Took a n*gga chain off his neck, in the car's where he cried at
It's wintertime, but I got enough heat to bring July back
Left my jewelry in the car overnight, now I can use it as an icepack
If I ever sold you cut lean, let me buy it back
'Cause I know some OGs payin' high for that
n*gga shoot his shot at my b*tch, I'ma fire back
sh*t, Mike, you could probably come back in, I'm too high to rap

[Chorus: RMC Mike]
Okay, Ty walked in with a Glock, it had a switch on it
Dog want another zip, I put the mix on it
I ain't never wore Rick Owens
But them diamonds on my chain doin' flips on you
Yeah, I knew that ass fat, look at the hips on her
Make a dollar out the b*tch, threw a pimp on her
pus*y had dog sh*t on him
Cam'ron, I'll knock a n*gga ass out, then p*ss on him
I ain't never had a big homie