Loose Talk

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Bitch, I'm back poppin' now
I left the Glock at the crib and brung the chopper out
Bag on the side catch every shell that be poppin' out
Auntie don't smoke weed no more, she doin' molly now
Young dog don't go to school no more, he catchin' bodies now
I can get a half a brick of— I know a Charlie Brown
White ho just knocked a bitch out Ronda Rousey style
I smoked a zip in this bitch, it's gettin' cloudy now

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just drunk a pint and smoked a Black, I feel drowsy now
Unc' used to sell crack cocaine, he sell coffee now
Leave the window up, then let me out, I'm 'bout to walk him down
Me and Mike wanted Scatpacks, we Trackhawkin' now
Them niggas all had Hellcats, but they walkin' now
I think they rented them bitches and put a thousand down
Hit a brick of dog from the back and called it doggystyle
I got a new fiend that smoke hard, he done bought me out
Turned him on to the dog food, he done lost his house
Feds tried to use my raps against me 'cause I'm talkin' foul
Nigga say he wanna beef with me, he done bought a cow
Seen dog testify on Chris, he a talking mouse

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
I'm a real trapper, I don't really need a kitchen
Just a couple zips of dog and like two or three blenders
Left the Glock today, I brought my thirty-eight with me
I been fuckin' on them boostin'-ass CNA bitches
Got the head from her, put her out, can't lay with me
I'm taxin' for the bud, bitch, my QPs eight-fifty
Niggas broke, only hit the road for eight fifties
Rio, that's my brother, he be movin' weight with me
My cousin got some dog for the low in Bay City
Bro bought a thousand gift cards and made a fifty

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I only fuck around with boy, but I'm a straight nigga
Cook at granny crib, leave residue in her cake mixer
On my way to make some cash money with the Drac' with me
Hit the girl without no permission, but I don't rape bitches
Glock on me, that's my everyday pistol
Every now and then, you might see me with a K with me
This swiper nigga said he want a verse, shit I take giffies
Extra grip on the four-five to make sure I ain't slippin'

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Monkey nuts on this chop look like fake titties
Murk a nigga with my hoodie on, I feel like Ace Boogie
Unc' spent five hundred, I gave his ass eight twenties
Cuz made eighty-eight thousand on some fake Cookie

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
I know a nigga up a hundred, but he hate Cookie
Then he went and made another twenty off of eight bullies
Hot as hell, caught an M on camera, had on A hoodie
Rob a nigga blind in broad day in a Bape hoodie
Now I'm on my way to Grand Rapids
Pulled a Glock out on a nigga and he ran backwards
I know a lame nigga with bread, he a ham sandwich
You keep gettin' jammed up 'cause your mans ratted
If my nigga snitched, he'd be layin' flatter
Than a skinny bitch ass when her pants baggy
It's a twenty in my pocket, so my pants saggin'
Drop a nigga with the Glock, then let my mans have it

[Verse 7: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG]
Beat my uncle ass, I caught him at the store panhandlin'
I woke up with a hangover, I had to Stanback it
The FoodSaver fucked up on me, I had to hand-wrap it
Told Mike we gotta drop some shit to keep the fans happy