[Intro: RMC Mike]
Hah
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
You know what the fuck goin' on
(1800 for you)
Ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Sip a pint with two to boot, yeah, that's Rémy brother
Glock 22 with ten mil', it came penny colored
When it come to the lean, I don't drink any color
Bitch tucked the bag so fast, she a hemi stuffer
Strippin', I just went to fuck a bitch and didn't bring a rubber
Matter fact, it's two dirty bitches, made 'em clean each other
Cut into an insecure bitch like, "We need each other"
Why not? Bet I see the pussy way before we meet each other
I'm a different n***a, trick with a bitch and then treat her
Okay, psych, gave her back to the streets, I didn't need her
Kidnapped the bitch for three whole days and didn't feed her
Fuck, I think she died on me
Talkin' to a bitch that's a seven with a dime on me
Twenty racks for this 41, didn't set the time on it
Fucked the bitch, nutted quick as hell, we had five moments
Made her put the coochie on camera and went live on her
Damn, I done made this bitch famous for about a week
Everything I'm rockin' is designer, but my condoms cheap
Aggressive when I hit it 'cause her coochie got a lot of meat
Dee poured a pop, that bitch look like a pot of green
Five-seveN hit his car door like boom-badda-bing
Hit him in his shit, I bet I knock the shoe off the string
Dog want a six, I only took two out to clean
Flint n***as came to take over, who got the ring?
Made it out the trenches, I'm the number two Ghetto Boy
Sold a brick on Clay, ho, then I made a play on Livernois
This a 'Cat, not a five-seven, hear the engine roar
Pulled up on Von with some drank he ain't sipped before
[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
One time, I told my P.O. I can't piss with four
Told me go wait in the waiting room and I hit the door
Boy, don't be talkin' to me like you done killed before
N***as used to slap you in your head, make you hit the store
Youngest in my hood, but almost got the most pull in it
Broke boy got a fanny pack with just 'Woods in it
Fucked the bitch off a Percocet, almost stood in it
Went up in her kitchen, bitch ain't even have no food in it
I'm really turnt up, n***as turnt down for real
Don't get burnt up, I know n***as dyin' for real
Boy think the bitch his, but the ho mine for real
You still wearin' n***as' shoes, them ain't your size for real
Boy, don't hop up in no shit that ain't yours, Dr. Phil
BM swear she hate my guts, but always worry how I live
N***as don't want no smoke 'cause they know how I get
Cut my last ho off, it wasn't usually how it fit
Lil Sto just came off the road, ten thousand, all giffies
He ain't even leave the state, he just drove to the city
I just bought a new K and this bitch so crispy
Sold it right to Kidd, Trell used it on Philly
Mike FaceTimed me sittin' in the Lam' truck
I was in the kitchen, I just cooked two hundred grams up
You miss him so much, lil' n***a, dig your mans up
Always on my P's, I just almost popped a fan up
I ain't no rap n***a
They put my youngins on tether 'cause they wrap n***as
Flashlight on the Glock for you black n***as
I don't listen to your shit 'cause it's cap in it