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lirik lagu anthrax – rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
(energy made this one)
(energy and mike)
b*tch!
(straight from the eastside, sh*t)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
your b*tch left you and f*cked me ’cause my pape’ bigger
i’m close to six, but i’m tryna run up like eight figures
’79 old school chevy with the wraith engine
uncle mixed that sh*t up his self, he hate blenders
woke up with 3*1 thousand dollars in my cashapp
success came quicker than i though, it was fast track
i done re*wrapped a brick like four times using glad wrap
dropped a hunnid shots in his car, he need aflac
d*mn, i’m drunker than a b*tch, i need stanbacks
dawg ain’t got no gun to shoot at n*ggas, where your mans at?
i already f*cked the big sister, where your friends at?
use gloves when i pack the work, this sh*t like anthrax
ha, that mean it’s straight drop
ironically, i dropped 12 n*ggas with 8 shots
feature price goin’ up to a 10 when this tape drop
i hate n*ggas that try to cuff hoes, bunch of fake cops
[interlude 1]
(get over here!)
*supercharger whine*
(d*mn)

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
do you smell that? balla berry mixed with a1 and axl packs
kd just sold me cut lean, i’m finna sell it back
p*ssy ass n*gga, them n*ggas told on you, you finna tell back?
i was finna put the pressure on ’em, but i fell back
i’m cordial with a 5.7 on me, off a 12 of act’
me and mike was never pourin’ light, we drunk a h*llcat
i lost my b*tch and my clientele, i want the scale back
argh, hold on, who the f*ck is this?
i just drunk a 10 of wockhardt, i don’t f*ck with tris
the drank i got clean, and i know ’cause i bust a script
alright, i bust a nut then dip
this b*tch really think i ain’t finna f*ck her cause she f*ck with chris
girl, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout that, that’s my brother, b*tch
took a perc 30, then rio takes another sip
the diamond link on my rio piece cost a f*ckin’ brick
(this a edd, i got this off the book, f*ck the government)

[interlude 2: rio da yung og]
y’all n*ggas can’t f*ck with us n*gga, i’m finna, you know, sit down and stack this paper up and come back and get on you boys ass again. and i ain’t even doin’ it to stunt on n*ggas, i wanna motivate the broke hatin’ n*ggas, or the n*ggas with money that’s hatin’ ’cause it’s a lot of them— i want motivate y’all, bro. that’s why i’m doin’ this sh*t. i love makin’ music, i love takin’ care of my family, and i love motivatin’ the youth
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
don’t get your cap peel’t, with your stupid ass
i got the ups on dawg, i’m finna do him bad
he ain’t even know what hit him, i was shootin’ fast
you and your whole clique p*ssy, y’all need some cookie pads (michigan music)
11 hunnid bucks for some gucci slacks
8 hunnid dollas cash for a duce of act’
let a n*gga bust at us, i bet we shootin’ back
i’m in bouldercrest askin’ n*ggas, “where gucci at?”
i’m on my way o*t with a half a chicken
this one already up, ain’t gotta rack the pistol
if i pop you up, and you don’t die, it was accidental
put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the batman signal
300 grams of dog, i can make a bricky
he tried to run from pump, y’all better pray for ricky
i lost my mind when i touched them racks like my auntie vicky
i’m sittin’ here, watchin’ the money grow like i’m babysittin’
i’m in the o tryna shot where tru ‘nem at?
i need another body dropped june ‘nem at?
600 and some change for this m*th*f*ckin’ louis cap
you gotta shoot it, you can’t put it up your nose, this a gooey batch

[outro: rio da yung og]
yeahhh, n*gga, ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
know what the f*ck goin’ on
flint to the o, n*gga, it’s rio da yung og
what up tru

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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