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[Intro: RMC Mike] (Ooh, SAV killed it) Bitch [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Five-piece lamb chop dinner with the zip sauce Bro bought a .50 cal rifle, don't get picked off My bitch on her period, finna fuck her lips off Dawg bought a pint but it was hit, he got ripped off Ayy, now I'm pissed off Sold three hundred grams of some pup, now I'm a big dog Rio droppin' tapes every month, all shit talk Pre-game gettin' my dick sucked before the kickoff [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Kick a nigga in his face in some Prestos Got my bitch fucking with the girl like she a lesbo' Stomp a nigga out then hit him with a elbow Then have Mike kicks his ribs in, in some shell toes Shoot yo' son in the head, might go to hell for it But now you got a baby ghost, ain't talkin Trael, though Drive the bow's from Cali', what the fuck I need the mail for? Don't come around me, you ain't talkin' pape', you niggas smell broke [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Ayy Rio, we superstars Finna drop Dum and Dumber Too, this bitch super hard Engine in the back, lil' nigga this a supercar Bring me ten bands and we can race, this bitch supercharged Ayy I got a point-two of hard Finna give it to my auntie for a newer car Yeah that's bro bitch but I fucked her, she was choosin' hard Rio dropped thirty on a nigga, he a shootin' star [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] Twenty shots from the backseat, I don't shoot up cars Hit him in his head, now I'm jumpin' out a moving car You won't even kill a nigga sober, you need two whole bars Did a song with Mike and dropped a six, I need two more bars I mean I need two more lines Hit him in his stomach, he survived, shot him two more times You niggas cheaper than some Hanes boxers Drop thirty shots and hit the crowd, I missed the main target [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Nigga, fuck yo' main artist Me and Rio surfin' on these niggas, we the wave starters Dropped a Honda Civic in the pot, pulled a Wraith out it Never knew I could talk my shit and make pape' out it [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] I dropped some flour in the pot and pulled a cake out it I just did some janky shit and made eight thousand I could spend a thousand every day, ain't no pape' problems Dropped seven songs playin' around and made a tape out it [Verse 7: RMC Mike] Ri', that's very understanding 40 with a beam, line you up like Glasshouse Danny Slapped fifty in the Galil, took the back off Sandy Got a name for each and every one, these straps like family [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] You niggas sweeter than a bag of candy Had to put my hands on my bitch 'cause she was acting friendly Charged Amanda eighty 'cause she loyal, but I'm taxin' Tammy Made her ass give me one-fifty for a half a grammy