Loose Talk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: RMC Mike] Bitch, I'm back poppin' now I left the Glock at the crib and brung the chopper out Bag on the side catch every shell that be poppin' out Auntie don't smoke weed no more, she doin' molly now Young dog don't go to school no more, he catchin' bodies now I can get a half a brick of— I know a Charlie Brown White ho just knocked a bitch out Ronda Rousey style I smoked a zip in this bitch, it's gettin' cloudy now [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I just drunk a pint and smoked a Black, I feel drowsy now Unc' used to sell crack cocaine, he sell coffee now Leave the window up, then let me out, I'm 'bout to walk him down Me and Mike wanted Scatpacks, we Trackhawkin' now Them niggas all had Hellcats, but they walkin' now I think they rented them bitches and put a thousand down Hit a brick of dog from the back and called it doggystyle I got a new fiend that smoke hard, he done bought me out Turned him on to the dog food, he done lost his house Feds tried to use my raps against me 'cause I'm talkin' foul Nigga say he wanna beef with me, he done bought a cow Seen dog testify on Chris, he a talking mouse [Verse 3: RMC Mike] I'm a real trapper, I don't really need a kitchen Just a couple zips of dog and like two or three blenders Left the Glock today, I brought my thirty-eight with me I been fuckin' on them boostin'-ass CNA bitches Got the head from her, put her out, can't lay with me I'm taxin' for the bud, bitch, my QPs eight-fifty Niggas broke, only hit the road for eight fifties Rio, that's my brother, he be movin' weight with me My cousin got some dog for the low in Bay City Bro bought a thousand gift cards and made a fifty [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] I only fuck around with boy, but I'm a straight nigga Cook at granny crib, leave residue in her cake mixer On my way to make some cash money with the Drac' with me Hit the girl without no permission, but I don't rape bitches Glock on me, that's my everyday pistol Every now and then, you might see me with a K with me This swiper nigga said he want a verse, shit I take giffies Extra grip on the four-five to make sure I ain't slippin' [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Monkey nuts on this chop look like fake titties Murk a nigga with my hoodie on, I feel like Ace Boogie Unc' spent five hundred, I gave his ass eight twenties Cuz made eighty-eight thousand on some fake Cookie [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] I know a nigga up a hundred, but he hate Cookie Then he went and made another twenty off of eight bullies Hot as hell, caught an M on camera, had on A hoodie Rob a nigga blind in broad day in a Bape hoodie Now I'm on my way to Grand Rapids Pulled a Glock out on a nigga and he ran backwards I know a lame nigga with bread, he a ham sandwich You keep gettin' jammed up 'cause your mans ratted If my nigga snitched, he'd be layin' flatter Than a skinny bitch ass when her pants baggy It's a twenty in my pocket, so my pants saggin' Drop a nigga with the Glock, then let my mans have it [Verse 7: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG] Beat my uncle ass, I caught him at the store panhandlin' I woke up with a hangover, I had to Stanback it The FoodSaver fucked up on me, I had to hand-wrap it Told Mike we gotta drop some shit to keep the fans happy