Still Spice Talkin

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Did this one)
Damn
Okay
(Did this one)
Okay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and E talkin' big shit professionally
Bitch, I’m somewhere gettin' money, don't question me
Took the book off the Wock’ pint, I need the recipe
Yeah, I think this eight a lil' short, remeasure me
Just dropped a lil' bitch, she called her bro, but he scared of me
I always get the red cheap when me and granny meet
I'll shoot this bitch from anywhere like I'm Danny Green
She always give me top, she ain't never got no head from me
I shop on one side of the set, I don't skywalk
Just seen a opp strollin', now that nigga in the sky walkin’
My bag probably short ’cause today, I been eyeballin'
Nigga ran his mouth and got shot, he died talkin’
Gucci jeans and Louis Vuitton pants I don't buy Balmain
Don't know what dawg drive, bro, just shoot at every white Charger
We got the city hot from doin' all that spice talkin’
Bitch, shut the fuck up when me, E, and Mike talkin'

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Yeah, okay, it's my turn
Niggas amateur at cookin' dope, he let the pot burn
Pull up on your ass with the chop, the clip got a curve
I heard you told that bitch that I was broke, boy, you got some nerves
Rio dropped big 41, shit, mine's next
New bitch bad as hell, she got fine sex
My ex-bitch tried to double back, I declined that
Today, I'm feelin bougie, ayy, boo, where the wine at?
I be lyin' to my bitch face when I tell the truth
I heard you out here tellin' on your mans, I'm scared of you
Niggas can't bite what I be sayin', got an extra tooth
Feds might come and pick us up for talkin' very loose
Whole team doin' good, we worked our ass off
Doc, I need an eight of red, I got a bad cough
Chillin' in the trap with my fiend drinkin' Mad Dog
Finesse a nigga bitch for the head and then stab off

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Fucked up, gave a bitch my number, she won't stop callin'
Fell out with my nigga, he had some drank, now I gotta call him
Ain't got no dope, fiends keep callin', now I gotta stall 'em
Told my bitch to go get some syrup, 'cause she won't stop coughin'
Nigga play with me, he might as well go buy a coffin
Shot a nigga house up, everybody in the house crawlin'
But I'm the type to shoot a couple shots 'til I see 'em fallin'
It's hard for me to record a whole verse when all sales keep callin'
Almost didn't serve Ashley 'cause I don't see her often
Tina said the dope straight drop, that it made her vomit
Anybody bring up spice talk, they gotta pay us homage
My white boy thought he bought some Vics but he got Naproxen