Hate To Leave lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
b*tch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
This drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
Draco, that's my bae, but I'm in love with shootin' forties
How the f*ck is you a pimp and you make love doin' orgies?
I done took twelve shots in the club, now I'm horny
b*tch make that ass clap and throw it back 'cause I'm important
Unc' mad as hell 'cause I done took some packs out his order
Used to sell it raw, but I done made some racks off the water
If my b*tch make it back with that pack, I won't charge her
McLaren got three hundred on the dash, n*gga, what's a hemi?
Lil' b*tch tried to make me mad, I done upped a fifty
Made two hundrеd racks off speakin' facts, now who f*ckin' with me?
It be a lot of pus*y sh*t goin' on around, but I lovе my city
Flint Town, 810 sh*t, we got choppers heavy
White boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi'
Gen5 Glock out the box came optic-ready
Brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
I just cut a n*gga drank with an ounce of petty
Who tryna go to war with me? I think my chopper ready
Ran out of drank and Percocets, called Doctor Eric
b*tch, your baby daddy still can't f*ck with me
Everybody can get shot if it's up to me
Used to sell zips of hard, prayin' I'd touch a B
Now I might wake up tomorrow mornin' and drop bumblebee
I got four thousand for a pint, who got Morton Grove?
You could f*ck my b*tch and one of my sons, just don't touch the stove
Twenty-one hundred for a f*ckin' coat
I been gettin' so much money, what the f*ck is broke?
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Quali', Morton, Hi-Tech, Act', and Tris, I done drunk it all
I used to pour my lean up in pops, now I drink it raw
Used to f*ck with the dog, now we f*ck with dogs
We don't talk on the phone no more when it's work involved
They pull me over, they gon' have to come and search with the dogs
My b*tch stopped bringin' her friends around 'cause I f*cked 'em all
My fiend went in debt, I told him he could come work it off
PLR, FN, and Glocks, we done shot 'em all
When I was f*ckin' with the yay, used to leave it raw
Bad b*tch Cuban-Puerto Rican, I had to f*ck her raw
How the f*ck my n*gga get indicted? He never served the law
Now he in the fed library learnin' all the laws

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Seven guns in this vehicle, please do not approach it
Girly ass fake, but it move with a lot of motion
PMK kennels, Fendi got Gucci collar on her
She still let me f*ck after the club, threw a dollar on her
VOSS water washin' down my Percs, yeah, I'm bougie now
Honey pack in a Patrón bottle bring coochie out
Fat n*gga, but I could still beat your b*tch doonies down
I'm quiet too, watch me turn up when it's juice around
Damn, do that make me a fiend?
Had to stop drinkin' Odell, that sh*t made me mean
Rub my nut in my b*tch face like it's Maybelline
Your drank cut, bro got some sh*t that'll make it clean
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Fetty Wap can turn a half an ounce to eighty G's
Cold-hearted n*gga, b*tch, my heart only eight degrees
Whipped out an AR with monkey nuts and dropped eighty-three
Silencer on the fin quieter than a baby sneeze
Why your nose keep runnin'? You hit powder, don't you?
Was f*ckin' hoes in the livin' room 'til the couch was broken
Head weak, you be suckin' di*k for two hours, don't you?
Oh, you a stripper? I'll hit the day shift and shower on you
When granny take her teeth out, she give the best head
I got a fresh tray of ice cubes, I need some meth heads
f*ck some Akorn, the glass Hi-Tech the best red
Half of my opps in a wheelchair and the rest dead

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
Went on a lick, sh*t went bold, he got left for dead
My opps either D-E-A-D or on a deathbed
Rap b*tch keep textin' me, she got left on read
I heard you sleep on a blow-up mattress, you need a better bed
Seen two or three of my people OD, I stopped takin' beans
Watched a n*gga get killed over a sale, I stopped takin' fiends
When a b*tch get around me, she just hate to leave
I heard you need a J-O-B, come rake my leaves