[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch
I couldn't even get my "Bitch" out
Bitch
Shit
(Boy, why these n***as keep playin'?)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I just bust a bitch down at the Marriott
On the road, I had to stash the work, I seen the cherry top
Hold on, let me call my n***a Wally, bring the cherry out
Got a hundred on my PLR, bitch, I'll air it out
E, man, these n***as lame as hell, they ain't gettin' no pape'
Unc' on the stove whippin' hard while I hit the drank
Bro, hurry up and press record, I got some shit to stay
The stock fold on the back end, this a different K
Purple jeans, the pockets deep as hell, I can fit a dub
Flint n***as be hatin', out of town show real love
Droppеd seven pints off to my bitch, they gеttin' sealed up
Seen my cousin Trael make thirty bands off a pill run
Bitch, they was Roxis too
He the real Perc' man, but we know Bobby too
I made my own fuckin' wave, why would I copy you?
Name already established in the game, you got a lot to prove

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I got a lot to say
He 'noid tryna shoot, his hands shakin', he gon' drop the K
Poured an eight of red, took a sip and gave the pop to Tay
They just let me off the box, somethin' gettin' shot today
Me and Mike just made history, it ain't shit else to prove
I still cut with doorman, it ain't shit else to use
I was cookin' on a George Foreman grill, I used skillets too
Eight hundred shots, it's just me, Mike, Kay, Trip, and Ju
Hundred fifty blues, I walked out and left it with the jeweler
He tried me and he ended up at Hurley in a basement cooler
This two zips, but if you add the cut, it's like eighty-twoish
When I'm fuckin' with the pup, call me Frankie Lucas
'Cause when I hit it with the cut, it turn baby blueish
Before I learned how to cook, I let my auntie do it
N***as used to pay for hit dope, now they pay for music
My city fucked up, you'll fuck around and see a baby shootin'
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
The AR get hot after sixty, it's gon' need a cooler
My n***a used to terrorize shit, rest in peace to Booter
Got set up by a bitch, he got shot, but he went out shootin'
Last time I seen a basketball, I wasn't shootin'
Fiend ain't got no car, gon' give me extra if I take it to him
They ain't had no money, talkin' 'bout they don't get paid 'til Tuesday
Came back Wednesday, they ain't pay me, tried to play me stupid
Took they flatscreen and computer, should've paid me sooner
Unc' was a plug, was touchin' dope, he got made a user
Young hoes can't show me nothin', so I found a cougar
Teach you how to spice talk, me, Mike, and Ri the tutors
Bro got a plug on everything, we gotta drive to—
Got a pint and drunk it in a day, why did I abuse it?
Now I gotta use it
I asked my n***a, "Should I pour it all?" He said I shouldn't do it
Woke up the next day fiendin' like, "Why did I do it?"

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Friday night, I bought a whole bitch, how I'ma move it?
Should I sell the whole thing at once or sell tiffs for twenty?
Sold a zip of rocks in two days in a spot on Bundy
Clocked in the trap Monday morning, ain't clock out 'til Sunday