Rio Da Yung Og Mike Voice (feat. Rmc Mike)
[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ah
What up, Mike? Alright
I'm a Percocet popper, nigga, you know what the f..ck I do
30s, 15s, 20s, 10s, 75s, nigga
And we drinkin' real Wock'
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
I'm a Percocet popper, Morton Grove sipper
Ten thou' in ones, I'm a titty-bar tipper
How you gon' rob us and we got six ARs with us?
We got a .308, call this bitch a car flipper
Glock givin' out shots, I call that bitch a bartender
Made a lot of dumb decisions, really I'm a smart nigga
Lyin' in your rap, put cap on it, you should go to a bar mitzvah
Nigga playin' with his life, I left him at the park with it
Me and Mike brothers, he lightskinned, but I'm a dark nigga
Doot-da-da-doo-da-doot-doot, he thought Baby Shark hit him
He took off runnin', hit him with the K, now the nigga cartwheelin'
Pop him with some slacks on, I'm a sharp killer
Shoot him in his ass with Glock, it look like a shark bit him
I was sellin' dope, you was in the yard cart flippin'
Big tons, when I go re-up, I bring a grocery cart with me
Ridin' with seven different Glocks now, don't need AR with me
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
In the booth drinking Wockesha out a Barneys cup
Fuck that Lam', I really want me a Ferrari truck
I don't f..ck with Matt, but f..ck it, hit Jeff Hardy up
Ri a laid back-ass nigga, he don't party much
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
A MSR, two fake IDs, I f..cked Target up
I wear so much VLONE, somebody hit A$AP Bari up
Slapped the f..ck out this one nigga, f..cked his Cartis up
What you mean? Like you broke a nigga glasses?
The devil in me, nigga, I'll rope a pastor
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
I was in this bitch, off the, yeah
Now I'm in this bitch goin' off the Addys
Bitch pulled up BM-dub with no panties
I used to drink real Act', ask granny
I was gon' pop him, I'ma just backhand him
Left the game for a minute, now a nigga back handy
Eatin' licorice, gettin' my dick sucked, that's black candy
I don't do the shit, but, yes, I'm a crack baby
I ain't even wanna hit your bitch, the Act' made me
Ran up three hundred thousand off of rap, that's crazy
Cut into my bitch mama, "How you doin', fat baby?"
Scoob slim as hell, shootin' shit up, that's shady
Weed game fell off for a minute, it's back gravy
Rio, pull up in that matte-black 'Cat and act crazy
Went to A1 and spent a hundred on a fat eighthy
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'll punch the shit out your bitch and I slap babies
This is not a foreign car, this a 'Lac, baby
Drunk my first pint with my mama, I'm an Act' baby
That is not real dog food, that's Similac, crazy
I ain't never ran from shit, I'm a rack chaser
Me and Mike tryna see who touch a hundred first, call that rack racin'
Pop Percs and f..ck hard, a backbreaker, she need a back brace
Lil D chasin' BB-dubs, that's a fat chaser
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike]
All yellow gold 41 with the black face
Me and Rio dropped 41s with the fat face
You a bum, I bet your mama know how the crack taste
My head hurt, I drunk a four of Wock', now I'm back straight
Hold on, it's my last day
