Huhh

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Ooh SAV killed it
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Five piece laptop dinner, with the zip sauce
Bro bought a .50 cal rifle, don't get picked off
My bitch on her period, finna fuck her lips off
Dawg bought a pint but it was hit, he got ripped off
Ayy, now I'm pissed off
Sold three hundred grams of some pup, now I'm a big dog
Rio droppin' tapes every month, all shit talk
Pre-game gettin' my sick sucked before the kickoff

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Kick a nigga in his face in some Prestos
Got my bitch fucking with the girl like she a lesbo'
Stomp a nigga out then hit him with a elbow
Then have Mike kicks his ribs in, in some shell toes
Shoot yo' son in the head, might go to hell for it
But now you got a baby ghost, ain't talkin 'Trel though
Drive the bow's from Cali', what the fuck I need the mail for?
Don't come around me, you ain't talkin' pape', you niggas smell broke

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Ayy Rio, we superstars
Finna drop Dum and Dumber Too, this bitch super hard
Engine in the back, lil' nigga this a supercar
Bring me ten bands and we can race, this bitch supercharged
Ayy I got a point-two of hard
Finna give it to my auntie for a newer car
Yeah that's bro bitch but I fucked her, she was choosin' hard
Rio dropped thirty on a nigga, he a shootin' star

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Twenty shots from the backseat, I don't shoot up cars
Hit him in his head, now I'm jumpin' out a moving car
You won't even kill a nigga sober, you need two whole bars
Did a song with Mike and dropped a six, I need two more bars
I mean I need two more lines
Hit him in his stomach, he survived, shot him two more times
You niggas cheaper than some Hanes boxers
Drop thirty shots and hit the crowd, I missed the main target

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Nigga, fuck yo' main artist
Me and Rio surfin' on these niggas, we the wave starters
Dropped a Honda Civic in the pot, pulled a Wraith out it
Never knew I could talk my shit and make pape' out it

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I dropped some flour in the pot and pulled a cake out it
I just did some janky shit and made eight thousand
I could spend a thousand every day, ain't no pape' problems
Dropped seven songs playin' around and made a tape out it

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Ri', that's very understanding
.40 with a beam, line you up like glass [?]
Slapped forty in the Galil, took the back off Sandy
Got a name for each and every one, these straps like family

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
You niggas sweeter than a bag of candy
Had to put my hands on my bitch 'cause she was acting friendly
Charged Amanda eighty 'cause she loyal, but I'm taxin' Tammy
Made her ass give me one-fifty for a half a grammy