[Intro: RMC Mike]
How y'all trippin' with that stick, let's have a house party
And I got a new bitch, let's have a house party
Yeah
Hey, got a couple zips inside my house party, huh
Chris pulled up with the stick, let's have a house party
Hey, n***a bitch, let's have a house party

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I got ten hoes in here, let's have a house party
I got ten hoes who weigh it, let's have a ounce party
I might slide past the vest and then drop forty
Pull up on a n***a and his bitch, I'm finna drop shorty
Kill a n***a in all white, I'm finna Scott Storch him
Shoot his ass in his small intestine, he gon' drop shortly
N***a thought I went to Northwestern, I resided at Norton
Shoot a n***a in my school shirt, it's a Viking bustin'
Got a super kick on it like Shawn Michaels comin'
Boy, I got a bad bitch at home, I don't like your woman
N***as talkin' crazy out they mouth, that mini micro comin'
And I got a 40 M&P with a silencer on it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Came out the back out with K, they thought Mike as lonely
And I'm ridin' 'round with two Glocks with no license for 'em
But I'll put these bitches down and try to fight your uncle
Beat his old ass, he thought Holyfield or Tyson jumped him
N***a tried to get the ups on me, ain't know my knife was on me
Had to cut this pussy n***a up right in front my mama
I went to church one Sunday just to serve the preacher
Then I caught a sale at the store, then caught my gurb in Beecher
I take my four-five to school, it's finna burn my teacher
Gas station damn near blew up when I burnt my reefer
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Swear to God all my fiends love me, I be servin' ether
And I bring that shit to your front door like I'm servin' pizza

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bitch, let's have a house party
Mike just rolled a whole zip, let's have an ounce party
Chris brought the K out and shot up a house party
Got some hoes tryna dip, I need an ounce of molly
Just poured a four of thin out 'cause I don't like Quali'
Just stripped a n***a to his drawers, I feel like Quanny
Just had to choke my bitch out, I feel like Tommy
I damn near raised you lil' n***as, I shoulda hit your mama

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I'll pop a Percocet, I don't like molly
I'll drink some MGB, I don't like Watson
I'll punch these cards up, but I don't like swipin'
And I made your bitch hit the road, I don't like drivin'
I can never keep a bitch 'cause I don't like lyin'
Cut that bitch off after I hit her like five times
We be smokin' on some Cookie that's on high time
I'll settle for some real cherry, I don't like pine