Cheeto Prints

Lyrics

[Intro] I know how to settle this I'm thinking of a number between one and three Whoever guesses it gets to be king of the car One No Three? Nope Okay, what is it? Two (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) Oh, I swear I was gonna say that [Verse 1: RMC Mike] I sold dawg some Amneal, he was thinkin' Act' I hit him with a deuce of Quali' just to bring it back I'm tryna make a hundred thousand with no strings attached Bought a 'Cat with no mileage with a Visa pack Doggie got a thousand for a feature, I need three for that It's a cold-ass world, I bought some heat for that Tryna go corporate, they like, "Mike, you too street for that" Feel like KD, I counted ten and did the evil laugh [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Five hundred horses in the Scat', but we creeping past Dropped the back window, upped the Glock, dropped thirty-three out that This bitch keep slidin' through the snow, we need a Jeep for that Get a rental, drop a nigga out it, then bring it back (Who made you king of the car?) Hold on, bro, bring it back Press a button, all you hear is motor, ain't no keys for that Left the crib with dough and cheese and brought a pizza back I need like forty-five hundred just for a piece of that [Verse 3: RMC Mike] I gotta get a million streams just to meet the quota Pops spent forty bands to complete the motor Dawg had to take the Scat' back 'cause the lease was over We finna drop ten CDs and y'all think it's over (I'm king of the car) I don't really fuck with rap niggas Fresh as hell, but still chase you down in some Raf Simons I'm finna drop an EP called Thirty Racks Richer White boy just like to get high, bunch of Mac Millers [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] You beat your girl ass, I hit work, bitch, we scrap different Play rose, I drink purple, bitch, we act different I'll settle for a glass pint, but the Act' different Nigga call me with it, I'll been done spent my last penny The K make your car reverse like a transmission This Glock'll turn you to a bitch, you a transgender Shotgun got a pistol grip, I use one hand with it Drum full of slugs, man, this bitch'll stop a Ram engine [Verse 5: RMC Mike] I got a flip phone, but still make plays on my 7+ Me and Rio ran into some Act' and poured a 7UP Passed all you rap niggas, ain't no catching up You the type to buy a quarter ounce and roll eleven blunts [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] Damn, it wouldn't stretch enough Nigga bought some buffs, but they wasn't hitting, he ain't flex enough Dawg made the Xans too thin, they wasn't pressed enough Hundred bands, drove that shit to Texas in a Lexus truck [Verse 7: RMC Mike] My bitch a vet with the head, yours an amateur I'm finna get that bitch fired like where her manager? Shotgun hold twenty-one shells like fuck a standard Yeah, we might fuck the same bitch, but you be paying her Me and Rio on some Don Trip and Starlito shit I'm finna start snatchin' chains on some Deebo shit Girly tried to give that pussy up on some freak mode shit Grabbed her head while she suck my dick and left Cheeto prints [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] 7.62s'll make a nigga pop, lock, and drop it Hit him in his chest, his shirt look like he work at Family Dollar Straight drop work, bounce it back, gram seventy dollars Put it in the microwave, it popped, Orville Redenbacher Me and Mike on your song talkin' very spicy Threw lil' dawg a ball and he caught it, I just Jerry Rice'd him Signed a deal for a quarter mil' and took every ninety I'm finna ice some brass knuckles, but I'll never fight you [Outro] Alright, so it's agreed, I'm king of the car, right? Fine Excuse me, Your Highness, would you mind grabbing me a Slim Jim out of the back?