Slam Cam

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) Phew Bitch (It's Blue$trip, baby) No, Ghetto Boy shit, you know all that shit, nigga, yeah [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Hey, fuck a bitch while recordin', this the slam cam Put a wrestling move on her, Rob Van Dam I bought my ratchet bitch a '98 Grand Am The same day we went and slid in the Can-Am With four micro Drac's I pour the four of Qua' and gave the pop to Tay If I pop a 'Zac, sum'n gettin' shot today I caught him lackin' off the lean, made him rock away And I can speak on that 'cause the topic's safe Drawin' with a K like a pencil, get the block erased They donе stole the whole stylе, nigga, copy, paste This mornin' somethin' happened, it's a Wocky day Let's make a new style, change the format Ri' said, "Fuck that gold plaque, it's a doormat" This nigga bought a six of Qua' and tried to bring a four back Robbed his ass for everything then closed the door back I got the pape' and the drank too Two AKs hittin' from the side, call it K2 "Mike, I'll pop a nigga for ya," Boy, that ain't you A nigga say he robbed me, but it ain't true Pop sum'n, hop back in the track, then I shake loose Dropped a hunnid shots of cheap shit, call it Grey Goose I signed myself to DistroKid, it was a great move The pack is 'bout to touchdown, a thousand fake blues Yeah, she got her titties done and they shake too It's crazy, I can cook some dope, but I can't make food One 30 ain't gon' get me there, I gotta take two I'm finna build me up the water, they can't break through We the winnin' team, boy, that's great news Me and Ri' verse anything, yeah, let's play twos And girlie tryna fuck on Freeze 'cause Lil' Tay rude Pitiful, a thousand dollar fit, but rockin' fake shoes [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung Og] How the fuck you got on some fake shoes with a thousand dollar outfit, man? You must be one of them one niggas, huh? Alright, huh, Mike Niggas like you take fake blues My young niggas make ABC two—, alright They make ABC 12 ha—, alright They make ABC 12—, alright They make ABC 12 job harder 'cause they make news I been rappin' six years, they ain't let me in the door, I'm finna break through How you bring a friend with you when her motherfuckin' pussy stank too? Y'all some nymphos, y'all some big hoes I done got high and took my Rollie off, where my wrist go? My bitch think I'm cheatin', I'm just gettin' high with Chris though On the south side, tryna get a couple zips gone The bitch suck my dick 'til her lips gone They hit him up close, dropped a nickel on him That's five shots You better ask about my niggas, we don't die a lot I done probably spent eight hundred buyin' pops And bought a pint of Wock' every day, I just can't stop I got real dog shit, I can make guap He gotta keep his shiesty on 'cause his face hot I told my white boy I need a drink, he bought a Qua' box Too many motherfuckas just pulled up, l'm finna shake spot Let's see who's standin' when the smoke clear and them Ks stop