Mucus in My Backwood

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Mucus in my backwood, it's me and Chris King
No, I don't wanna [?] no wok, [?] me a 16
Louie V covers on my bed, I have rich dreams
Don't sell dope to crack heads, I got rich fiends
I'm in Atlanta with the [?] and the blues on me
Brodie think I'm a handy man, keep a tool on me
Fuck a bitch, [?] act rude on her
Bitch ain't even like me at first, I guess I grew on her
I'm finna take over your club, it need a new owner
We all [?] come down [?]
[?] fucked up [?] needed a new doaner
Bitch said she wanted me to stuff her, threw some bluеs on her
[?] I only put in ten dollars, got a thousand back
[?] shit evеryday, where your stylest at?
I'm finna vacate on the beach, where the islands at?
Tryna find some [?], I'm out of town with your house on my left wrist
Nigga tried to gamble with his life, take your best pic
Rooky of the game, but I'm coming on some vet shit
I just scratched twenty million views off my check list
But it's more to go, you only got a five, well, let's pour a four
I can take you to the trentches, 'cause I know the ropes
Seeing straight through you, pussy nigga, like an open door
The truck had too much weight, that's an overload
Beat a bitch down wearing Louie V open toes
One of the greatest in my city, 'cause I opened doors
Oh you want to be a ghetto boy? You better know the code

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Hop out the back of the truck, unload the load
I was searching for codeine, then I struck gold
Nigga searching for his 30's, but they be [?]
I be [?] but they [?]
I never cap right
Your [?] should get capsized
[?] check the crash site
[?] money like a rabbi
Then smoke a nigga like a crack pipe
Then I kill the pussy, I kill the pussy, I think the bitch got cat [?]
[?] bitch doing things I don't think her dad like
Shit, I'm the one they warned about, no need to be [?]
[?] and a new [?]
[?] 7-11
[?] cracks when I'm toating this weapon
[?] pulled up and got the hammer busting
I'm a cold motherfucker, got your grannie crushing
Pour a four of wokhart [?] crush [?]
Keep [?]
If I'm pulling up, there's no question if niggas might pay me
[?] pint [?] then had a sprite baby
762 knock his melon off, but the 9 [?]
223 gon' bounce like [?]
I be running through your hood, you ain't got a stamp
Higher than a hippy, turn [?] to a lava lamp
[?] on top of that
Walking through the war zone, clean nigga, not a scratch