6Mile To 1100 lyrics

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
f*ck it, pour a whole pint, turn the pop black
A.R.P. clear the whole room, like a shop vack
Supercharger on that black b*tch, it's a notchback
Left the crib with a [?], brought a Glock back
Most n*ggas need to cut it out, they cannot rap
Denom tears off the Louis sneakers, I done rocked that
Brodie said he tryna pour a four, bring a pop back
sh*t, one word will finish him, Mortal Kombat

[Verse 2: 1100 Phats]
Switch with the dewl mag, ready for combat
Unc get a taste of this, he gon' come back
Opps said they finna come spin, ain't come yet
Told the b*tch keep sucking, I ain't c*m yet
On the block with a Drac and a dumb sack
Another opp got popped, where his gun at?
n*ggas stopped doing walk downs, where thе fun at?
When it come to sh*t talking, we run that

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
b*tch, this an old K
50 Cal took his wholе face, this a closed case
Trackhalk, too much horsepower, make the road break
I can't cut ties with the drank, this my soulmate
Let me tell you 'bout these n*ggas, man, they so fake
Got a b*tch to stuff it all, she a snowflake
I know my shoes look like red bottoms, but they [?]
b*tch went and got a BBL, now it don't shake