[Intro: RMC Mike]
Ooh Sav killed it
Bitch
Hey

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
You want me on yo' song, you gotta write a check
I'll sell a whole split faster than a fighter jet
Yo' bitch on my whole dick, she think Mike the best
Need my money Friday After Next, n***a, Mike Epps
Bitch, I don't need no mic check
I gotta make thirteen plays, I'll be right back
Bro moonwalkin' on the dog like he Mike Jack
We came to save the rap game, here go a life jacket
To be honest, I'm a shit talker, I don't like rappin'
My daddy up some dog shit, but he tight actin'
Met a bitch and made her hit the road a couple nights after
Unc' said I can whip a mansion with the right batter

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I need my dollars by tonight, I ain't 50 Cent
I had to cut my daddy off, he on some hippy shit
My n***a got rid of a brick on some quicky shit
But he ain't sell it though, he be on some stiffy shit
I love the way that bitch suck dick, she got the biggest lips
Lil' bro hit the road last night, he on his giffy shit
He came back with a twenty in a day, he take the quickest trips
That's a thirty clip pokin', I ain't got a stiffy bitch
Now it's gametime
I just rolled a seven gram 'Wood, you on the game time
I can get pulled over by myself, that shit ain't mine
Walkin' 'round with dog and a stick but I ain't blind
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
When I say "Bitch" you know what time it is
Mike how many hoes you hit today? Like five or six
Paid the plug in all dubs but they were counterfeit
He wanted Addies, but I gave him over the counter shit
Hey, that was a compliment
Unc' cookin' dope unsupervised but he locked the shit
I just went and bought some Rally fries in a Mcdonald's fit
Doggy in his feelings like a bitch on some Juwanna shit

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got like eight babies, I'm on some Jolana shit
Mike, did we hit some hoes in Beecher? 'Cause we got some kids
This extended clip for the mag, I hope the condom fit
I'm finna go and buy a chain on some tomorrow shit
Bro said he bought a new K, let me borrow it
We both got on the same pair of jeans, we don't borrow fits
Plug can get bricks for two bands, he from Honduras
In a pickup truck, H on the back like a Honda Civic

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I'm in it for the pape', y'all like the fame
I just met a plug on the bow's at a Tigers game
He had on a new Rollie, with the whitest frames
Told me if I come join the team, my life gon' change
I just broke seven bow's down to all zips
I should sell it gram for gram and make dog shit
I don't know about you other n***as, but I'm all in
Taurus had a password, but Rio left it logged in
Bitch, I'm exhausted
New batch still fresh as hell, proceed with caution
Lawyer got a stash of shit beneath his office
Cuz pulled up on me with a brick, I hit it softly
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got a old pint of red, I'm thinking "Should I keep it?"
I wanna hit that bitch, but she don't be keepin' secrets
I'm prayin' she don't stalk me, hit her with the weakest penis
Me and Mike drunk a eight of Wock' and spent a week in Venus
I woke up on Mars
.45 like a junk yard, this bitch flippin' cars
Broke my 'Wood, stuffed it with Vlone, patched up the ripped part
If I put a glass tip on it this bitch'll hit hard
Section 8 baby, man I swear I used to live hard
Get a check and paint the 'Rari the same color a Bridge card
I just bought a zip of Cookie for a nick' of hard
You know we talkin' spicy when you hear that "Bitch" part