[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I used to go the extra mile, but now I ain't cutting no slack
What's the use of doing all that hustling if you ain't gon' stack?
I can drive this bitch from here to there with no GPS back
Bronem doubled down 392s and raced the whole way back
Baby got the coochie cutters on with the cleavage attached
I told my bitch as soon as I get home, I wanna see ass clapping
Arch your back and poke the twat out and start DJ scratching it
I don't like to dance, I body rock, R.I.P. Fat Patrick
It's 3 a.m. and I just got a text about some cheeks
I need you to bust it wide open, bitch, let me see it
Pop it for pimp, I'm tryna see if you can touch your tippies
Her pussy wet, the cum thick, it look a lil' codeine-ish
If it taste similar to Wock', then I might sip clitty
I'm looking for a real throat G.O.A.T. who wanna suck some meat
Must have heard that lil' dog was hot, she wanna touch the weenie
Let me see them buns from the back, I'm finna sesame-seed 'em
Broski hit the fish before I did and I did not impede
But now that it's my turn, he cockblocking like Mr. Tweedy
I'm the type of n***a see some shit and act like I ain't see it
I didn't even do the SBA, I was vacuum-sealing
The 4 went to the west to swipe a bag and did not act stingy
Everybody with me clean as fuck, we do not be dingy
I done walked a mile for cheese and cake, but it wasn't for Diddy
I was making bands before the Benz, hitting licks in my [?]
Ayy, let me know if you read me
You can hear the pain I'm putting out, you can tell I'm grieving
How the fuck lil' bro still keep a smile? 'Cause his pockets be cheesing
Refer me to your local gunsmith, I like the AR greasy
Baby came through bleeding, but still offered me neck and knees
Playing with my gang come with tears, fundraisers, and tees
One too many died, so now them lil' n***as step for no reason
It's crazy I used to hoop with Tank and Bryce and now J drug dealing
[?] was just kids, now them n***as got children
When the EBT touched down, it felt like Christmas when stockin' the freezer
I'm either with a ratchet or a Dominican every time you see me
N***as gotta know the verse cost, I ain't doing no freebies
That bitch cat had a mane, I told her tame that lion
I'm finna beat the cookie down like Lucious Lyon
And I bet I hear that gushy sound when I slide inside it
Let me see you use your tippy toes, she a real dick rider
Bro just pulled up in a hellsnake, that's a souped-up Viper
Bro just switched gears and that bitch jerked, he was too excited
Bro said it's a drought, I said that's cap, n***a, not where I'm shopping
Dude just text me one too many times, he got labeled a copper
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Me and J1Hunnit hit the road in a 392
Counted 9K at the red light, I just sold ninety blues
One bitch don't get my dick hard, I'm tryna find me two
Lil' bitch got tired, told the other ho come ride me too
Out in Dallas drinking on some syrup, I'm bringing Pimp C back
Cuz loaded up with chickens, told him bring a ten-piece back
Slid down they block with thirty shots, I had to empty that
Me and Rio fucked the world up, we bringing MCs back
810 baby, we the best and that's the known truth
Seen an opp's car, I shot it up and hit the wrong dude
Mismatching right now, rocking Gucci with Vlone too
Flint n***as been patient for some years and now we on too
Ghetto Boyz shit, your bitch love to wash my dirty drawers
She a nasty lil' bitch, ain't got no problems sucking dirty balls
I was finna hit her from the back, but then a birdie called
I made a ten at 9 a.m. this morning, that's some early fraud

[Outro: RMC Mike]
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
RMC shit, n***a
Yeah
They can't fuck with us, n***a
J1Hunnit, what up, my n***a?