The Gym

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (1800 for you) Bitch (Damn, E, this a classic) [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Hey, Ri', this beat is interesting Glock 26 with a thirty, fuck a Smith & Wesson Hit a nigga twenty-three times in his middle section Bro got seven plays on the way, I'm finna intercept 'em [Verse 2: Eastside Reup] Hey, five hundred grams out the brick just to re-press it Hundred-grand play on Southfield, meet me at the Westin Tay-Tay ridin' with me, I hope he don't miss the exit Ridin' with an AR, a Glock, and a Smith & Wesson [Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] Ayy, I'm a Flint nigga Hit your fender with an F&H, leave a dent in it Ooh, this pop dark as hell, I poured a six in it One-twenty for a line of this, I put your rent in it I could drink a whole gallon, I got big kidneys My boy say he don't want to buy the work if ain't no fent' in it He wanna ball, I met him at the court, we in this bitch dribblin' Speed reloader, load a hundred-round drum in six minutes [Verse 4: FMB DZ] Before I let you get the up on me, I'ma get you gone Every nigga with me say a prayer before we hit that road Usually I get a ten ball before I hit the hole Everybody throw a mask on before we hit the blow [Verse 5: RMC Mike] I swear this shit came out the blue Told bro I want a lemonade, fuck a Mountain Dew She mad 'cause I left, the drank gone, shit, I'm poutin' too Pop a nigga, chill back for a week at the Fontainebleau [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] Shit, I got an ounce of food Ninety-eight grams of lactose, I'ma round it by two The plug dropped one off yesterday, I met him 'round two Hit her sober, then popped a Perc', ready for round two [Verse 7: FMB DZ] I got young niggas that'll rob you for a pair of shoes Lil' bro wanna hit the road so he'll kill for blues Since a nigga wanna get some clout, we put him on the news Send the boogieman to your block, he make niggas move [Verse 8: Eastside Reup] Fuck around and I'll drop your daddy for a pack of oranges (I will) Hit the road, state-to-state tourin', I ain't come performin' (Nah) I hit the ho and gave her back, bro, that bitch borin' (That bitch borin') Gave the ho McDonalds, she keep askin' for some fuckin' Mortons (She keep askin') [Verse 9: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG] Bitch, I'm finna lock it down .300 Blackout with the suppressor make not a sound Military-issued M16 hold a lot of rounds The opps slid in a helicopter, we shot it down [Verse 10: Eastside Reup] Play and I'll have Los smoke your ass like a Black and Mild (Smoke his ass) Opps tried to slide, caught they ass, made him turn around (Caught his ass) Had to leave my old ho, the bitch ain't wanna hold me down (My bitch) Still countin' old pros, I'm tryna touch a hundred thou' [Verse 11: FMB DZ] Pop a Perc', slam dunk in her like I'm Vince Carter Pour a four in a twenty ounce, it look like Flint water Put a half of fent' on the brick so it can hit harder I just bought a MAC with a compressor, this bitch a shit starter All my opps turned into my fans, them niggas thought smarter Get you whacked if you refuse my offer, I'm the Godfather Don dada, young dog trippin', he a live wire Fast Money, Turnaround Gang, it's the empire