Menace
RMC Mike, Skilla Baby
Huh? (You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Shut the fuck up
I got four steppers in the car with me
Ain't no room (MIA JAY C)
Send a drop to the Ghetto Baby
you hear boom
It's a hundred racks on me right now
Bring a broom
Me and Skilla talkin' crazy on this
Bitch 'cause we in tune
Skilla Baby, RMC Mike tape comin' soon
Every time I pull off in the Scatpack
They hear vroom
Bought a house, I'm runnin' out of space
I need room
Pull out and bust right on her face
I'm feeling rude
Made my Scatpack sound like my Hellcat
Got a tune with the wolves everyday
I don't need a full moon
I'm in the kitchen every day
I dropped a one and madе a two
Me and Skilla both in
Them Scatpacks racin' too
It ain't shit to put a nigga on the nеws
Dropped the loc' to Lil Loc, got him blew
Went from top row straight into that pussy
Got a boot
Hop out the car, walk you down on feet
I'm 'bout to shoot skilla Michael Myers
Nigga scared I'ma stab his boo
Young nigga spent fifteen hundred on his shoe
I just spent eighty racks on the
Car to crash it too bro flagged me down
I made ten racks for passing through
I'm like AI, I don't need practice to shoot
I'll really get a nigga stepped on
Tyronn Lue hit his whip with the fin
Knocked his tie rod loose
Today I made alight ten, nigga
Five times two
My dyke bitch'll really set it off like Cleo
I go dumb, bro go dumber, free Rio
Shootin' dice in the hood
I'm like fuck the casino
My white don't come stepped on
I got it from my migos
Bitch I need steak, shrimp, and lobster
This a trio fuck the bitch off a lil'
Blue pill like I'm Neo
Shoot off balance, no effort at all
This a free throw
I'm in a Scatpack leanin' so damn hard
I think the seat broke
I got lil' bitch who knew
The opps' house, I'm like, "Bingo"
Who is it? Had the pistol to the peephole
My lil' nigga takin' niggas' cars
Where the key go?
I know a twelve-year-old doin' EDD
He doin' free pros
I just fucked a bald head bitch
She goin' through chemo
I'm out in Austin runnin' to
A bag like I'm Semo
Hundred-grand chain around my neck
It's a kilo
We in the booth, but we ain't rappin' shit
We shootin' cee-lo put my life on the line
But I ain't shootin' free throws
Brung that 308 to his block
Now the street gone
I don't want no friendly-ass bitch
I like mean hoes
We done knocked off every opp
Now the beef gone
Westside nigga tied in in the King, ho
Shoot a nigga, he ain't did shit
It's just B-roll
Young nigga funkin' old hoes off the Clicquot
Me and Skilla going back to back
We in sequel
I'm like Killa Cam when I'm in New York
I got my mink on
Five-seveN cave his chest in, it's a sinkhole
Ah, she glad I got a big dick
She got a deep hole
She lick the bottom of my
Balls when she deepthroat
Mike, we gotta stop this, nah, keep going
Walked in the bank
Pulled out forty racks while my E showin'
I can't be in the house, baby
I'm a street nigga
Caught an opp walking down the street
Now he a victim
I don't even trust my four-five
This bitch switchin'
Put a seventy-five on my baby Drac'
This bitch ignant
Me and Skilla finna drop a tape, man
We trippin' he say he got the bows
Bitch, I want 'em all, what's the ticket?
Written by: JOSHUA WHITE, RMC MIKELyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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