Scrimmage

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I thought I already told them boys, it'll get spooky
I got 2 Glocks, I'm lookin' like Mike Mike and oochie
Nigga couldn't survive what I survived, my life a movie
I'ma disrespect the cream soda, it's time to get juicy
I don't wanna be around these nigga 'cause I get moody
I'll do whatever for the family like that nigga Pootie
Told my bitch while we out in public, she better act ruly
Feel like Austin Powers 'round this bitch, the way I get groovy
I heard he died for thinking with his dick, nigga so goofy
I'll pull up with a yopstick big as Lil Uzi
My young dog just beat thе chair, he think he Lil Boosie
Lil' bitch ain't got a lot of hair but got a lil' booty
Wе'll get on all these niggas' ass because we been on it
I don't go to the front door without the fan on me
I don't go to sleep unless I know the chop close by
Real P-Rock baby, we send pussy niggas to old pop
Nigga think he fucking with Big Woo, keep your hopes high
Cut a lot of ho niggas off and they know why
We ain't never ran from them niggas, who you hear that from?
Bitch, we known for ridin' with them switches [?][1:00]
Fuck around and catch me in the trenches, I come from the mud
Ten thousand dollars for a show, I damn near want a dub
Throw a rocket launcher through your shit like The Players Club
Bitch, I'm one-of-one, fuckin' with me, you gon' meet the plug
We don't want no ho niggas around while we winning
These niggas'll try to bring you down, pay attention
I be saying shit right before it happen like The Simpsons
Way before the Yeezys, I been fuckin' hoes in Raf Simons
I just wonder why all these niggas think that they know me
I been eating good, had to add a link to the Rollie
All that talkin' niggas doin' I don't believe, you gotta show me
If you 'bout that then catch me out in traffic, get up on me
We be hanging out the windows with them bitches tryna flip something
[?][1:33], I send the play then put the blitz on you
My young niggas got these rap niggas scared to death
It's a drought on real niggas, only a couple of us left
They done took my nigga out the game, they caught him at his best

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Young dog wasn't actin' right, so I caught him with a left
I just made a foul play, I got him calling for a ref'
I'm not with this child play, I'm like a father when I step
My white boy got rich off of scams, he a genius
Make my Cali bitch come and eat the meat, she a vegan
[?][1:55], we had to drop five, now we even
I'm a G.O.A.T., bitch, I made top five within the season
I know it's go time, I heard my nigga yell "Woo"
My brother in the feds, pokin' niggas up in cell two
There's so much pape' in the room that the floor done fell through
Made a 20K play then bought my bitch Chanel boots
Bitch, I keep my heat on me 'cause these streets a dirty game
Watched my brother make 200K in less than thirty days
Cut my main nigga off, he had too many dirty ways
Shit, I'm a fiend now 'cause I drunk lean at an early age
This a Trackhawk, stand up in the gas and take flight
Can't get your raps off, we all know you live a fake life
I got a plug in Dakota that be making fake pints
So much water on my neck, can take it off and make ice