Rekless Too

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bitch, haha
Yeah, Rio said it, nigga, that wasn't Mike (Enrgy Beats)
Huh?
Lil dirty-ass ho

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll stomp a mud hole in a nigga brain
Even though the club closed, I'll still make it rain
We from Flint, if we say chatty, that mean niggas lame
I wouldn't even let my son wear you niggas' chains
Stay over there, you a rapper, bro, stop switchin' lanes
Give you a taper with these clippers and these bitches fade
Shout out to the Cali plug, he kept a nigga straight
He gave me four hundred-some grams, then a brick was made

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
My styrofoam filled with a three of Tris
How you go and catch a body knowin' you couldn't beat the shit?
My girl caught me cheatin' with her cousin, I beat the bitch
I know it's foul, but told your ass once, I'm a piece of shit
Doggy came through and bought a three of hit
Twelve hundred rounds in this car, nigga, we legit
My white boy just spent seven thousand on a diesel kit
One shot out this BMG'll make a Regal flip

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I'm a stretcher
I need to see how this shit hit, here go a tester
Fuck a scale, I need a bale of weed, I need it measured
It's easier to move the bag when you ain't pressured
Fuck your mama good, then beat your ass, bitch, I'm Melvin
Walkin' 'round her house in nothin' but drawers, I feel like a wrestler
This bitch tried to set me up, but I ain't let her
Pop you while you shoppin' in the mall, you twenty-one forever

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
But I'll beat a nigga ass like I was sixteen
Fucked your bitch for sixteen hundred and bought some big B's
Bro could've popped you, but his Glock had a misfeed
It's cool 'cause I sent my lil' brother on a ten-speed
Nigga want a five-song EP, give me ten G's
Drop fifty out this 26 'til it's empty
My girl sister tryna get hit, she be tempting
Dog tried to flex in the Scat' that he was rentin'

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got a problem, but I'm workin' on it
Players fuck up too, don't try to judge me, I ain't perfect, homie
I ain't with the Crips or Vice Lords, I got all purple on me
I ain't Steph, but if we talkin' shots, I'll drop forty on you
Last CD I dropped hit Apple charts, it wasn't a chorus on it
Safe junky as fuck, ain't clean it up 'cause I be hoardin' money
Can't wear my VLONE shirt no more, I spilled some Morton on it
Just bought a pair of Gucci socks, I spent some Jordans on 'em

[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Call my AR Motel 6, I left the light on
Popped a nigga in Flint Township, then moved to Brightmoor
Feds came and took bro CPL, now he fight more
My fiend arm swellin' up on him, he put some ice on it
Oh, you got a glass pint? What's the price on it?
Have my nigga kill you for some drank, put the pint on you
Bro bought a 41 plain, put some ice on it
Fucked around and found a blank script, I had to write on it

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I'm into fashion, I used to slang credit cards
I'm used to cashin', I can barely work a debit card
Hit him in his head with an AR from thirty-seven yards
Bro, you cut grass, you want a verse? Do fifty-seven yards
Damn, that's a lot of cuttin'
Your CD ass bro, you was talkin' 'bout a lot of nothin'
Charge my brother one-twenty a gram, I forgot I cut it
Mike popped a nigga 'cause he pushed me, we do not scuffle

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Shot him twice, shit was loud as hell, I forgot the muzzle
Popped a Xan' and started throwin' punches, I forgot we brothers
Bitch kept starin' at me hard, I forgot I fucked her
Rio charged me one-twenty a gram, he forgot he cut it

[Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG]
(My fault, just let me send it back, bro, I forgot I touched it)
Ten bands on me, feelin' cute, I forgot I'm ugly
Fucked this bitch, but I don't trust her 'cause I shot her brother
Boy, you was raised out in Fletcher, you did not struggle