No Reason

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(I'm just tryna figure out, who's the most wanted?)
Bitch
Ah, Real Money Counter shit, nigga
Fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Me and Von back up in the booth, shit'll get tragic
Finna drop out every opp I see, we need a big casket
Every other week, I buy a heat, I got a big habit
I can fuck any bitch I want, shit, I'm a bitch magnet
Kel-Tec P50, blue tips, hundred round
Hunting suit, all black, no mask, gun him down
Back then we was broke as hell, we gettin' money now
Them rainy days wasn't gon' last forever, it's gettin' sunny now

[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
You said you got them bitches for the what? Boy, quit fuckin' lyin'
I don't listen to him, he done said that shit a hundred times
Seen his flunky ass hit a store, make him run around
Finally shot the ARP, I thought it made another sound
Back then, we was still on the same shit
Some young bad ghetto-ass niggas who became rich
Back then, that bitch used to ho a nigga
Ayy, it's funny how I'm stickin' dick all in the same bitch

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
You down for an M, my brother locked up for the same shit
Doggy tryna kill me 'cause I'm stuffin' dick in his main bitch
Baby blue McLaren on the E-way doin' a lane switch
Pussy nigga, you'll never be on top, you be on lame shit
Ayy, thirty K's deep, we just headed to the Six
Nigga, I don't rap beef, I'm just gon' play it with a switch
Twenty-nine missed, but one hit him dead in his shit
Fuck the water crisis, still bringin' lead in this bitch

[Verse 4: Six Ward Von]
Went to the D to do a feature, end up hittin' a nigga bitch
FaceTime with my uncle, watched him hit a nigga brick
I got power like Tariq, I can get a nigga killed
I ain't drivin', she a freak, made her ass catch a Lyft
Niggas pay me for to speak, I ain't even been in reach
I ain't with no rappers, they be into makin' niggas bleed
I'm in the 'Cat, Mike in the 'Vette, told him race me to the East
I'ma die 'bout my respect, niggas dyin' for no reason

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I could've put you on, but niggas out here lyin' for no reason
Bitch, I grew up from livin' a life of crime, it was easy
Did my own thing, but I was always down when you needed
Like you could never be a part of the circle because you greedy

[Verse 6: Six Ward Von]
Ho a nigga in his face on stage like he Jeezy
Beat a nigga in his own race like it's easy
They ain't know where he got shot, he wasn't bleedin'
Watched my mans turn to an opp, I couldn't believe it
Top down, the top down on Crenshaw
Can't no nigga show me I'm a bitch and say I ran off
I'm on what you on, fuck it, let's go have a standoff
Hit his ass with that Draco, knocked his pants off

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
Bitch, I grinded all the way to the top, ain't take a handoff
Caught him lackin', popped him in his ass before he ran off
I'm not done, give me two shots to the chest to knock his head off
I'm tryna kill that nigga brother too, but he sped off
Ain't no worries, I'll catch him when I see him
Got so many guns in my backseat, it's unbelievable
Yellow Z06, black guts, I call it Pikachu
Withdrawal, call the lean plug, tell him I'm sick of juice
Lot of money in my future, shit, I'm thinkin' 'bout a week or two
Why you lyin', nigga? Speak the truth
So many bitches on my line, I can't pick and choose
I'm the captain, drive the boat and I'm fishin' too (Bitch)