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[verse 1: rmc mike]
i got a pint of morton grove, can you keep a secret?
my cousin dropped ten bands on three jesus pieces
next time this year is gon’ be demon season
i done popped another perc’ and got a demon in me
your baby mama sucked my d_ck and she kept the s_m_n
whip the chop on her brother, now he pledge allegiance
got your b_tch stuffin’ blues, now she pee_pee different
my cousin dropped a beamer with the big tv in it
this b_tch so full, you can’t еven put a cd in it
i put a mirror on my wall so she can see me hittin’ it
my cookie got black spots, you can see the difference
plugged in with this sh_t, i get the cheapest ticket
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
yeah, this rio, b_tch, hold on
this b_tch gettin’ on my nerves, i’m finna take a bar
we in the srt8, bro just made it fart
we in the a coolin’, the draco in the car
if a n_gga try some bullsh_t, i’ma make it spark
bring the .308 out of town just to take you out
if you can read between the lines then you can make it out
basically, what i’m tryna say is i’ll take it far
i’ll build a b_tch feelings up and break her heart
leave my d_ck in her for an hour then take it out
this a dirty_ass pop, it got me broken out
i went to sleep in the suburbs, i thought i made it out
then i woke up in a vacant house
d_mn, i gotta quit takin’ bars
i got two guns on me, but i’ll break your jaw
take a step on my front door, i’m breakin’ laws
put a condom on before i f_ck, but i’ma take it off
but if the b_tch pop up pregnant then that ain’t my child
that p_ssy made me tap out, i threw in the towel
mike rolled a four_gram ‘wood up and made me smile
this b_tch hittin’ like a black and mild

[verse 3: grindhard e]
grindhard, glock gang, yeah, you already know what the f_ck is
this b_tch punchin’ hard as h_ll like pacquiao
i can give you the secret but i need a thou’
you got some real gelato cookie, yeah, i’ll buy a pound
i got a thousand pressed up pills and they sellin’ out
i got mary sellin’ pills when i’m not around
bring me the .357, i don’t need a hundred rounds
if i grab the .223 then i’m goin’ wild
yeah, somebody mama finna lose they child
put me on the farm, i’m finna milk a cow
lookin’ for a fat white b_tch swipin’ outta town
make her pay for this d_ck, i need a couple thou’
[verse 4: rmc mike]
i got a pint of hi_tech and a patrón [?][2:12]
i’ma mix ’em both together, make a long island
while i’m chillin’ talkin’ sh_t [?]
i’ll chase a n_gga down in some foamposites
d_mn, i got the wrong target
i’ll knock a n_gga head off with this old rifle
and then peel off your block in the old viper
turn around, hit the arm with a whole swiper
d_ck game strong, got a group of hoes fightin’
got a dumb lil’ b_tch who don’t know nothin’
put her on the road, yeah, she my road runner
send that b_tch back and forth for the whole summer
i can get you plugged in with the lowest numbers

[verse 5: young king]
yeah, [?][2:43]
no, i ain’t tryna hit the blunt, that weed weak as h_ll
you just got finessed ’cause you ain’t bring a scale
put that garbage out, n_gga, it ain’t got no smell
i’m smokin’ real cookie, this ‘wood hittin’ hard as h_ll
i be with cookie every day like [?][2:57]
smokin’ on some cookie crumb platinum, what a gorgeous smell
you a crumb, you can’t even afford my tails
you a bum, look how you dress and how you smell
you probably get your freshest outfit from forman mills
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it, boy, we know the real
[verse 6: grindhard e]
got some norco 7.50, my white b_tch want some thousands
where the plug at? tell him that i’ll buy a thousand
where some land at, n_gga? i’ll buy an island
her p_ssy wet so i dove in it like i’m divin’
your b_tch p_ssy fat, but you know she got high mileage
i’ma stuff her with this sh_t, she gon’ be my driver
say she on waze on the internet lookin’ for a rider
this b_tch told my mama on me, now i wanna fight her
she was mad, she in her feelings ’cause i didn’t pipe her
i found out she a swiper, now i kinda like her
she fell in love, i hit the p_ssy and i fell inside her
it was a one_nighter, i teached her, now she out here dykin’
she ain’t do what i want, i made her get to hikin’
ain’t have to hit the b_tch, i talk to her violent

[verse 7: rio da yung og]
haha, d_mn, e, man, hold on, watch this, though
f_ck it
you can’t buy no lean from us, n_gga, keep on tryin’
have to put some on my dog, my people keep on dyin’
i’m finna trick ’em off the streets, n_gga, keep on fightin’
i told ’em, “let’s just make a peace, i don’t believe in violence”
when he get close enough to talk, i’ma keep on firin’
pour my cup of lean on his shirt if i think he wired
i got a credit card that’s [?][4:14], that’s why i be in meijers
[?]
i’m livin’ two lives right now, that’s why i keep on lyin’
two hoes that steal clothes right now, but i need a swiper
we jumped out in broad day, all you seen was rifles
i hit dog up close, his tee caught on fire
my city in a water crisis, but we don’t need no water
we just need some hi_tech red, we just need a doctor
we just need a cookie plug, we just need a pharmacy
my n_ggas all got hemis, but we just need a charger
we just met a plug on that sh_t so we could fill your order
we all got scat packs, we need somewhere to park ’em
break a sandwich bag down and use every corner
i ship work downtown, i’m taxin’ for the water
this sh_t wet as f_ck
i keep f_ckin’ up my shirt, that p_ssy wet as f_ck
this n_gga want a whole pint, e, sell ’em up
we always got xannies, e pressed ’em up
and these b_tches get you high, take more than one
the first toy my mama bought me was a water gun
back then, i knew i was gon’ be poppin’ stuff
this lil’ n_gga actin’ c_cky ’cause he got some buffs
i’ll treat him like a p_ssy and pull out and bust
n_ggas said they gon’ do what if bro pull out his what?
i’ll call my arab, don’t make me dial him up
he’ll make your car boom when you start it up
i’ll k!ll a week straight, please don’t start me up
and have the mayor tryna call the national guard ‘nem up

- rmc mike

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