Slam Cam

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Phew
Bitch
(It's Blue$trip, baby)
No, Ghetto Boy shit, you know all that shit, nigga, yeah

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Hey, fuck a bitch while recordin', this the slam cam
Put a wrestling move on her, Rob Van Dam
I bought my ratchet bitch a '98 Grand Am
The same day we went and slid in the Can-Am
With four micro Drac's
I pour the four of Qua' and gave the pop to Tay
If I pop a 'Zac, sum'n gettin' shot today
I caught him lackin' off the lean, made him rock away
And I can speak on that 'cause the topic's safe
Drawin' with a K like a pencil, get the block erased
They done stole the whole style, nigga, copy, paste
This mornin' somethin' happened, it's a Wocky day
Let's make a new style, change the format
Ri' said, "Fuck that gold plaque, it's a doormat"
This nigga bought a six of Qua' and tried to bring a four back
Robbed his ass for everything then closed the door back
I got the pape' and the drank too
Two AKs hittin' from the side, call it K2
"Mike, I'll pop a nigga for ya," Boy, that ain't you
A nigga say he robbed me, but it ain't true
Pop sum'n, hop back in the track, then I shake loose
Dropped a hunnid shots of cheap shit, call it Grey Goose
I signed myself to DistroKid, it was a great move
The pack is 'bout to touchdown, a thousand fake blues
Yeah, she got her titties done and they shake too
It's crazy, I can cook some dope, but I can't make food
One 30 ain't gon' get me there, I gotta take two
I'm finna build me up the water, they can't break through
We the winnin' team, boy, that's great news
Me and Ri' verse anything, yeah, let's play twos
And girlie tryna fuck on Freeze 'cause Lil' Tay rude
Pitiful, a thousand dollar fit, but rockin' fake shoes

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung Og]
How the fuck you got on some fake shoes with a thousand dollar outfit, man?
You must be one of them one niggas, huh? Alright, huh, Mike
Niggas like you take fake blues
My young niggas make ABC two—, alright
They make ABC 12 ha—, alright
They make ABC 12—, alright
They make ABC 12 job harder 'cause they make news
I been rappin' six years, they ain't let me in the door, I'm finna break through
How you bring a friend with you when her motherfuckin' pussy stank too?
Y'all some nymphos, y'all some big hoes
I done got high and took my Rollie off, where my wrist go?
My bitch think I'm cheatin', I'm just gettin' high with Chris though
On the south side, tryna get a couple zips gone
The bitch suck my dick 'til her lips gone
They hit him up close, dropped a nickel on him
That's five shots
You better ask about my niggas, we don't die a lot
I done probably spent eight hundred buyin' pops
And bought a pint of Wock' every day, I just can't stop
I got real dog shit, I can make guap
He gotta keep his shiesty on 'cause his face hot
I told my white boy I need a drink, he bought a Qua' box
Too many motherfuckas just pulled up, l'm finna shake spot
Let's see who's standin' when the smoke clear and them Ks stop