Mine in Thiz

[Hook: Royce da 5'9" & Mr. Porter]
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman
Trigger man, etiquette, one felony away from a predicate
That Patrón's my medicine, them stones glowing
Like they owned by Edison, I am on my better than
Everybody tip, walk up in the club make
Everybody strip, everybody get... the fuck down
This a, brrp, stick up
But I don't want no money, I want your... liquor
I'm a homicidal maniac, I know
Clip full of hollows, models swallow, gobble
Smoke mad lala, stretch you out
So bad, you'll be able to kiss your own ass, bye-bye

[Hook: Mr. Porter]
No boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch
Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean
That I can't fuck bitch? Fuck this, I've been dope, flashy
But I don't mean my money, I mean I'm nude under a trench coat
I put the wreck in reckless, the 'sult in insult
When you fuck bitches, they be like, "Uh!"
When I fuck bitches, they be like, "Ahhhh!"
I'm a fucking rapist, atheist, say yes, say no
KO, ayo, I'm a piranha, my pen is in the condom
And you are vagina, your flow is and ah, kinda
So you can blow my anaconda
Treacherous methods, respect my grammar conduct
Oh, I made you look
Insane sixteens and crazy hooks
I will fuck up prostitute raw 'fore I fall
Follow me like I'm Allahu Akbar (Rock star!)

[Hook: Mr. Porter]
No boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch
Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch

[Bridge: Mr. Porter]
You wanna see where the stars is at?
We over here, where the bottles at?
You want a problem, I'm all for that
'Cause you won't make it to the car for that
Now whoa

[Interlude: Royce da 5'9"]
You are now dealing with the biggest criminal in the world
Welcome to Gotham City, it's a Dark Knight

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean, that I ain't in shape? Go bag Nelly
I go and get me a fat bitch, we gon' slap bellies
I keep a box of rubbers, cock, I got ya covered
That's right, I talk to my cock often like, "Cock, they love ya"
Ha-ha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's
I'm talking 'bout the other, by the way, your mother
I'm terrific, I'm the president, I'm Obama-rific
Make up my own words, I'm the shit-ic

[Hook: Mr. Porter]
No boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch
Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch