Boyz Conference

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(PrimoBeatz on the track)
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Dog Shit Records, come and get signed
Heard you tellin' on your mans, lil' 6ix9ine
Ghostride the whip, let the fuckin' clip slide
He switch whips, I put a hundred in his bitch ride

[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
Skelly or the AP, I couldn't decide
Niggas softer than potatoes call 'em french fries
I'm only six foot, my money tall as 6'9"
I'm the type to spend a hundred down at Revive

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Big suppressors on this bitch, nigga, big John—
Ah, nah, okay, okay
Big suppressors on this bitch, nigga, big Johnson
Too many rings for one hand, I had to switch sides
I get out and get it in, see, I recruit funds (Come on)
Throw them clusters in my ear, nigga, croutons
Ayy, Mike, let's buy a lot of weed (Like what?)
Shit, a few tons
Tryna pass 'em out to help 'em out, see who could move some

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bustdown AP, this a new one
Tryna find a plug on the keys, I can move one
Mike head fucked up, every week he buy a new gun
You ain't from the hood if you ain't never sold a rock to Dooda
Bustdown 42 'Dweller, I'm the new Dugg
Bought so many kicks in six months, could start a shoe club
I'll drop a four in a twenty-ounce, I don't do ones
Fifty racks on me right now, the blue ones

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Whack a nigga mama, sister, brother, and cousin too
Punch my lil' bitch in the face, she tryna touch my food
I'm up now, I been stackin' blues for a month or two
Wop, Tris, and red in the pop, call it jungle juice
Got it out the mud, but I do a lil' punchin' too
Talented as fuck, I finally learned how to run and shoot
Chase a nigga down in some Timbs, them my huntin' boots
My nigga introduced me to his sisters, I fucked a few

[Verse 5: Lou Gram]
Bitch, my whole fam fresh as hell, we the Huxtables
Ride around with a couple chops and a pump too
Nigga think I only drunk a pint, I drunk two
Bust a bitch down off a Perc', she was drunk too

[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
Shh, I finally got some ice, but not excited
'Cause I done spent enough money with them boys to get indicted
Hop out with that spark on his ass and then relight it
Chlo's the closet thing to tasting like Act', I had to try it

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Seen that rubber band AP, I had to buy it
Pourin' KiKi in the water right now, I'm on a diet
I know it's still Actavis around, I'm tryna find it
I just bought a house but still bustin' hoes down at the Hyatt
Promotors don't wanna book us 'cause we actin' violent
Backwards, I shoot the club up before we go inside it
Might drop a prezi this summer, that's my July kit
When red left and Wock' came around, I'm like, "I kinda like it"
Shit, then I fell in love
Bro, we know you ain't caught no body, just sell your gun
Nigga keep talkin' 'bout when he was locked up, you went to jail once
I'm a pro at standin' up and noddin' off, I ain't fell once
Opps caught my baby slippin', but we twelve and one
Tryna snatch my chain, boy, you must wanna go to hell or somethin'
Oops, I mean heaven, 'cause you ain't drop shit
Before I jumped on the mic' to pop my shit, I used to pop shit
This a six of Wock' in a twenty-ounce, bro, this not Tris
Used to be workin' out a zip, now my watch a brick
I'm talkin' 'bout a thirty-shot Glock when I say I'm coppin' sticks
Beam on the Glock with extra grip, I'm not gon' miss

[Outro]
(PrimoBeatz on the track)