Green Eggs N Ham lyrics

[Intro]
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Comin' off the bench droppin' thirty, I'm the sixth man
Yeah, alright
n*gga tried to slide with a Smitty and his sh*t jammed
Four of Wock' got me leanin' hard, I'ma kick-stand
She like, "Mike, can I please suck your di*k? I'm a big fan"
I just got the call that another package gettin' shipped in
He threw a shot, I grabbed it off the glass like I'm Big Ben
Sick I got caught gettin' head from my b*tch friend
Pop a n*gga, then beat his ass, he was 6'10"
Told the plug I'm tryna buy a brick and he chipped in
I feel like noddin' off, damn, I think that Perc 30 kicked in
The b*tch bad but couldn't f*ck with her, she got a big head

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Ah, made a million dollars off of weed, that's my sixth plan
Damn
n*gga tried to hang a n*gga, tried to crucify me like stick man
I know a thick b*tch skinny as f*ck, but got big legs
Freak b*tch came over, but she ain't let me f*ck, why you keep playin'?
I just put a switch on a hundred, this b*tch keep sprayin'
n*gga spent thirty-five dollars, that's a cheap plan
I just pulled up with hella guns, I'm the heat man
And I got drums, I'm the beat man
b*tch stood up, I took her spot, I'm the seat man
Only spent a couple loose dollars, I'm the cheap man
I just spent forty thousand dollars on my teeth, damn
I can't even drop my own music 'cause it leaked, man
Hundred thousand dollars all cash, it's on me, damn
b*tch said I act like Martin, I can't see Pam
Dr. Seuss, eatin' green eggs, I don't eat ham
n*gga, why the f*ck you— damn
n*gga, why the f*ck you brought a gun if your heat jam?
Somebody call Phoenix, I think I need Sam
I just seen a gun go boom, my heat blam
That's how it sound when I beat her in the hotel
That's how it sound when I'm beatin' down the block, I got 'bow sales
I just made a hundred thousand plays, I need more scales
Told my n*gga send some more 'bows, I need more mail
How you know she hit a line of ooh? 'Cause her nose red
b*tch got some white fingernails, but her toes red
You a lil' hungry-ass bird, don't get no bread
She asked me, "Which ones you want me to put behind my head?" I said, "Both legs"
I can tell you're crook, wearin' lil'-ass shoes, look how your toes spread
What the f*ck is that? Is that toejam?
I done sold a hundred-somethin' P's, I'm the 'bow man
You ain't never ever got no cheese, you the broke man
Boy, you need to wash your stankin' ass with some soap, damn
b*tch can't suck my whole di*k, she gon' choke, damn
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
b*tch, what's the floor plan?
I just got a whole pint of Wock' from my old man
Mold on the money, I got old bands
I like to f*ck my cougar b*tch, we be roleplaying
No, I can't f*ck with you 'cause you told, fam
Okay, my auntie fried chicken, ate the whole pan
Unc' sell a lil' blow like an old fan
My b*tch got the key to my safe, I punched the code in
I'm finna drop a deuce of Wock' in a Code Red
I don't need you to get high, I got my own meds
I got script for a pint from Dr. Conehead
Only got di*k for a b*tch like what is romance?
Promotor booked a n*gga for a party, but his show did
Jay, I think I hit him six times, he for sure dead
Security got a strict rule, I still snuck a pole in
I'm addicted to my Glock, we like to hold hands