Dumb N Dumber Flo

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one)
Bitch, hmm
Huh

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Mix the ah with the yeah with the ooh, nigga, okay
Bro ain't have no dope, so how the fuck he catch a dope case?
I'm downtown Nashville lookin' for a snowflake
The diamonds in his pendant kinda real, but the rope fake
I just did a drill in a Honda, it's a '08
I just made a play for seven thousand at the four-way, hmm
They kicked him off the game, he don't get no play, hmm
He flexin' with a watch, but that bitch so fake
I wouldn't even let my kids wear that shit
My brother Trey got a free body, check the evidence
Rio buyin' all the pints and won't sell a bit, hmm
Nina speak when I tell her, she intelligent
Brodie watch the fuck out, I got a better mix
Mix the Act', Tris, and Qua', this a better mix
Bro six hundred in on them necklaces
I'm tryna fuck her sis, who? Alexis'
Two-hundred bucks on my neck and wrists
Who got some Act' pints? We collectin' it
I'm just tryna fuck, bae, I can't be affectionate
You got a gaffle for your brother, then I'm fetchin' it
Speedin' in a new Charger, it's electric
Fuck Netflix, she in the back doin' neck tricks
Hmm, I'm finna OD off the drank, this a death wish
PLR-16, this a Kel-Tec
She don't speak English, but I'm tryna fuck the Nail Tech
This a smell check, can you spell sex?
Her pussy wasn't shit but it smelled fresh
I bought the bitch a one-of-one Chanel vest

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Nah, huh
Fucked the bitch, then left, she start whinin' like a Hellcat
I made a million dollars, that's a real fact
I made two million dollars, then I set back
She been suckin' dick so long, she want her neck back
I know she got some good cat, she got a big back
The way she suck the dick, she like a wet vac'
I just bought ten bricks from a wetback, that's a Mexican
Every time I buy the drink from my granddaddy, he lecture me
Nigga, I been drinkin' Actavis since seventeen
I'm talkin' thirteen years ago, not 2017, that's when Kaz was born
They hit him with some big shit, he got a half an arm, you know who I'm talkin' 'bout
The bitch pussy was so good, I had to walk her out
The drank man bullshit and I'm finna stalk him out
The bitch think I'm comin', finna stall her out
Soon as I bust my nut, then I'm walkin' out
Two hundred on the chain
I'm finna give these dirty motherfuckers somethin' to talk about
If the bitch pussy bad, I'ma call her out
The drank man say the Tris gone, we bought 'em out
I was sittin' on the bench, I'm a baller now
If my brother sell all the drank, that's what we fallin' out about
We ain't never fallin' out 'bout no dusty ho
Outfit, ten racks, I'm kinda musty, though

[Verse 3: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
The bottom of her feet black, I wouldn't touch the ho
Why me and Deja get into it? I don't fuckin' know
This shit got on my nerves, I'm finna fuckin' go
What you got a attitude, what you cussin' for?
The bitch pulled up, I made her touch the floor
She wanna fake sell dope, I made her bust a O
We blew that shit up, made 'em tuck and roll
This shit I'm totin' on'll make a bus explode
I had to hit Mike shit 'cause my cup was gone
I'm tryna fire up some Wham, but the blunt was gone

[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
I woke up lookin' for Bud, like, "Where my cousin go?"
Like where my cuz at? (Where the drugs at?)
Where some love at? (Yeah, where my hug at?)
Bitch, where my hug at? (Yeah)
Like why the fuck you get done takin' a bath and the tub black? (Damn)
Where my gun at? (Hahaha), I need some lo'
Where my ones at? (Yeah) Where my Forces at? (Mm, mm)
We be with this shit (Where them bitches at?)

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
(My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one)
Nigga, we be shit talkin', not important rap, this not hip-hop
I said thirty-two hundred for some flip-flops
You made a hundred racks, then you flip-flop
Hmm, after you suck my dick you can kick— ayy
After she suck the dick you can kick rocks
Bitch, kick rocks
Anyway, I already met you at a pit stop, you a prostitute
Hmm, hmm, bitch think she the one, but that's not the truth
Bitch think she the one, she not the two
She not the three, she not the four
Hmm, she not a whore
That nigga was hot, but he not no more (Damn)
He ain't know what he doin' with the strap and he shot the floor
He fell on the ground and I shot the floor (Damn, mm-hmm, now pop the— alright)
My pot was more (Hmm), your pot was less (Four)
Mike said his pot was four (Hahaha)
Four months, bro, we gotta tour (Nigga)
We got some new pussy I wanna explore
Huh, brodie like, "Mike, I don't wanna get shot no more" (Ha, ha-ha)
That nigga said he don't wanna have opps no more (Hmm)
He shot so many times, he won't drop no more (Hmm)
That nigga got shot, he gettin' popped some more (Okay)