Mike Voice lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ah
What up, Mike? Alright
I'm a Percocet popper, n*gga, you know what the f*ck I do
30s, 15s, 20s, 10s, 75s, n*gga
And we drinkin' real Wock'

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
I'm a Percocet popper, Morton Grove sipper
Ten thou' in ones, I'm a titty-bar tipper
How you gon' rob us and we got six ARs with us?
We got a .308, call this b*tch a car flipper
Glock givin' out shots, I call that b*tch a bartender
Made a lot of dumb decisions, really I'm a smart n*gga
Lyin' in your rap, put cap on it, you should go to a bar mitzvah
n*gga playin' with his life, I left him at the park with it
Me and Mike brothers, he lightskinned, but I'm a dark n*gga
Doot-da-da-doo-da-doot-doot, he thought Baby Shark hit him
He took off runnin', hit him with the K, now the n*gga cartwheelin'
Pop him with some slacks on, I'm a sharp killer
Shoot him in his ass with Glock, it look like a shark bit him
I was sellin' dope, you was in the yard cart flippin'
Big tons, when I go re-up, I bring a grocery cart with me
Ridin' with seven different Glocks now, don't need AR with me
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
In the booth drinking Wockesha out a Barneys cup
f*ck that Lam', I really want me a Ferrari truck
I don't f*ck with Matt, but f*ck it, hit Jeff Hardy up
Ri a laid back-ass n*gga, he don't party much

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
A MSR, two fake IDs, I f*cked Target up
I wear so much VLONE, somebody hit A$AP Bari up
Slapped the f*ck out this one n*gga, f*cked his Cartis up
What you mean? Like you broke a n*gga glasses?
The devil in me, n*gga, I'll rope a pastor

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
I was in this b*tch, off the, yeah
Now I'm in this b*tch goin' off the Addys
b*tch pulled up BM-dub with no panties
I used to drink real Act', ask granny
I was gon' pop him, I'ma just backhand him
Left the game for a minute, now a n*gga back handy
Eatin' licorice, gettin' my di*k sucked, that's black candy
I don't do the sh*t, but, yes, I'm a crack baby
I ain't even wanna hit your b*tch, the Act' made me
Ran up three hundred thousand off of rap, that's crazy
Cut into my b*tch mama, "How you doin', fat baby?"
Scoob slim as hell, shootin' sh*t up, that's shady
Weed game fell off for a minute, it's back gravy
Rio, pull up in that matte-black 'Cat and act crazy
Went to A1 and spent a hundred on a fat eighthy
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll punch the sh*t out your b*tch and I slap babies
This is not a foreign car, this a 'Lac, baby
Drunk my first pint with my mama, I'm an Act' baby
That is not real dog food, that's Similac, crazy
I ain't never ran from sh*t, I'm a rack chaser
Me and Mike tryna see who touch a hundred first, call that rack racin'
Pop Percs and f*ck hard, a backbreaker, she need a back brace
Lil D chasin' BB-dubs, that's a fat chaser

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
All yellow gold 41 with the black face
Me and Rio dropped 41s with the fat face
You a bum, I bet your mama know how the crack taste
My head hurt, I drunk a four of Wock', now I'm back straight
Hold on, it's my last day