Set It Off

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[Verse 1: RMC Mike] A lot of money comin' in right now, I just stack it up Let me see the pussy, turn your ass around and then come back it up I done gave this bitch a shot of Casamigos, now she actin' up Plug called me with some Actavis and now we Actin' up Pour a deuce in a small pop and get activated They like, "Mike, why the fuck you leave the streets?" 'Cause I graduated I'm high as hell, she wanna suck my dick, it got me agitated So we did it anyway, and shit, I had a baby, just laid her Congratulations, I'm like, "Don't have the baby" She had that bitch for 'bout three months, I might just stab the baby No, no, can't do no kids, bitch, you know who I'm is She said, "Don't leave," I did, I had to freeze my wrist Bitches ask me all the time like, "Mike, why you like this?" She gotta wanna fuck me bad, no, I can't choose my bitch I caught a cramp bustin' a pistol, why it shoot like this? I pressed it once, it went splat, why it shoot like this? I'm the G.O.A.T., and otherwise, if you don't like me, then it's fuck you I just bought my second PLR today and it was custom And it got three beams on that bitch, I catch your sight, boy, you in trouble Caught him dancin' with his bitch, I hit him with a Cupid shuffle If you the boss, then who the muscle? I got on, I knew the hustle To the streets, we accustomed You wanna beef? We gon' touch you Orange fleece, Louis duffle Hundred thousand, we done touched 'em Foreign bitch, think she Russian Stashed the dope, we ain't flush it [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] You paid her bills after you fucked that bitch, you a buster If I can't see myself havin' kids with her, I won't fuck her Beatin' niggas' ass down in the box, PJ Tucker If we get flicked while I got that shit on me, I make her stuff it I don't know how my bitch thick, lil' bitch eat a fry a day Lashes fat as fuck, she blink three times, she might fly away He tried to order a pound from out of town, he got an ounce of shake If you ain't got all the pape' on you right now, just call me when you paid Widebody Hellcat, he dropped that and he still ass Stop tryna make some extras off a 'bow and get a real bag I passed rappers that was tryin' they hardest, now I feel bad I can take an L any day, I bet I still last, nigga This shit in me, it's not on me Just spent a bag up on this shit, it came from Barcelona .308 bullets comin' out the chop, this bitch'll park a hummer Beatin' her shit for hours, get on my phone, she try to stop from cummin' Yeah, nigga, I'm young, but I know some shit Don't look out for me now, then try to tell me that I owe you shit Give my fifth grader a chop and tell him, "You gotta blow this bitch" Had to tell him hamburger style to fold it 'cause he ain't know how to close that bitch [Outro: Babyfxce E] Yeah It's with an X, nigga Fxce
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Credits
- Writers
- RMC Mike
- Babyfxce E