What Up RJ

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike] (Ooh, RJ) (Enrgy made this one) What up, RJ? Enrgy, Ghetto Boyz shit (Bitch) What up, Mike? Let's show these niggas how we do it (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) RJ always trippin' [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Hey, what up, RJ? Unc' mixed the soft with the hard and made a parfait Sippin' on some red while gettin' head by the fireplace My lil' nigga ran off with an egg, we in a car chase Militant with this AR pistol, I'll drop a fly Me and Rio drunk two pints of red, feel like I'm 'bout to die You niggas drinkin' carbonated lean, that shit oxidized I picked a pint of Act' over my bitch, that's a compromise [Verse 2: Rio Da Young OG] Withdrawin' on drank and OxyContin, I don't feel alive My bitch gon' call my phone in a minute, I think I'm 'bout to lie Nigga said I can't fuck his bitch, I think I'm 'bout to try I just spilled a deuce of Wock', I think I'm 'bout to cry Almost asked Mike is he strapped? That's a dumb question She asked me was I strapped after I nutted? That's a dumb question Preferably, I hope all y'all die with y'all bum asses But don't mind what I just said, that's just a suggestion [Verse 3: RMC Mike] White buffs with the pointers in 'em cost me seven racks Cuz dropped two grams in the pot and brought eleven back I was told fuckin' off them Percs burn belly fat I need two pair of Air Force 1's, I'm bringin' Nelly back Psych, I need all the J's A nigga passed me a blunt of glue and he caught the fade How the fuck we make twenty-five racks and we off today? My doctor pulled up on me unexpected and brought some drank [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] I'm tired of drivin' foreign shit, I might walk today Bitch, I ain't had no codeine, I can't talk today Yesterday, we played a condo, we in the loft today Thirty racks on me, I sold a half a brick of soft today Me, Mike, and Louie need to be on the wall of fame B told on C, you need to be on the wall of shame I'll politely shoot you in your head twice and walk away Can't no nigga in Flint fuck with me if we talking pape' [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Sandpaper grip on my Glock, walk you down with ease Free my nigga C, real hustler, he was housin' fiends I couldn't even say my ABCs and could pronounce lean Eleven thousand blues on the floor, I gotta count these Damn, now that's some stupid shit The Hellcat is basic, boy, you gotta drop coupe the shit Knock a nigga out, then slice his neck with a crucifix Takin' pictures fuckin' on your bitch, I got proof of it [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] Why you think Baby Ghost quick to shoot? I taught him that The rap scene died in 810, I brought it back Them Perc-30s tried to beat my ass, I fought 'em back Bitch, I got a hundred racks on me, stop talkin' back Take a bitch on vacation to Cali, buy her all the bags She ain't let me fuck, took them bitches back, now she walkin' back Bitch called me ninety-nine times, I ain't call her back I think I fell in love with a rat, let me fall back [Verse 7: RMC Mike] Second hardest of the Ghetto Boyz, nigga, free P A nigga try to come to Flint and rap, he gotta see me The tips of my bullets same color as some kiwi Been shittin' for two years straight, it's time for a three-peat Backwood filled with exotic, this one to the face Runnin' out of room for my kicks, I need a bigger place I upped thirty racks on my bitch, she ain't have shit to say Cuttin' dope in my mama kitchen, gotta ditch the plate [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] This a regular Sprite, drop a deuce of Act', now it's exotic Beat a bitch ass, then fuck her raw, I'm mister toxic I got some shit in my pocket cover seven years of college Told my young bitch I don't eat pussy I'm on a diet Passin' Percs out, I got the whole gang high, I'm the pilot Bitch, you can't drive the boat, but you can ride it Nine 30s in my system, I think I'm dyin' If you find a Perc' stronger than a blue, I wanna try it