Havin Fun by RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG lyrics

Havin Fun

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[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
Yeah

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
The date on my bottle say '09
The date on my bottle say '09, this my old juice
My brother Ri' just spent seventy racks on an old-school
Nigga really think he sippin' Act', but it's close to
Bitch, this a stick-up, nigga, don't move
Five-seveN rippin' through his stomach like soul food
Cut into a bitch like, "Let me fuck," yeah, I'm so rude
Seen my opp, shot the car quick and hit the wrong dude
Damn, I should've wore my Cartiers
Told bro I need a deuce of Wock', this nigga found me eight
Damn, I wanna fuck this bitch bad, she got a godly shape
Pull up on your block with six Dracs and make Rodney skate
Pint of Wock' just callеd my phone, I'm finna race to it
Drop an eight, pop two Pеrcocets, and make great music
Lou watch cost so fuckin' much, he got a safe to it
It's still straight drop, but this batch got some grade to it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I was finna hit the bitch, but her pussy had a stank to it
I just paid two thousand for an eight of fluid
I make songs for inmates, I want niggas to get shanked to it
Eight of red in a small pop look like brake fluid
I done shot so many guns, bro, I hate shootin'
If you really caught me lackin', why you ain't shoot me?
Advance check from the record label, I get paid Tuesday
I am not finna chase your car down, bro, I ain't Scooter
But I'll let these K bullets run behind you
If you can still get a pint of Actavis, I wanna find you
Four chains on right now, I might blind you
And I been shit talkin' for eighteen months, must I remind you?
Yeah, he probably got more chains than me, but he signed too
Ghetto Boy piece on the way, we had to buy two
Shit, if I got hit with a K up close, I'd cry too
Shit, you better thank God they ain't die you
I'm trippin', I mean kill you
You be cappin' in them songs, I don't feel you
Nigga, take the jewelry off, let us see the—
Take the jewelry off, let us see the real you
Sprayed a nigga crib ten years ago and we still cool
That is not white gold, that's stainless steel, dude
Yeah, yeah, we know the real
Three hundred racks off DistroKid, I don't want a deal
I just found an eight of clean Wock', now I want a pill
Damn, we just drunk that whole eight, now I want a seal
The opps sick, how corona feel?
L coupe baby blue box, Forgiato steering wheel
Quarter-million-dollar nigga, I'll kill you still
If you buy more than five 'bows, I'll give a deal
Beat a bitch back in hard off a little pill
Alright, I got enough chains on, I'm finna get a grill

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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright, man, you know
Me and Sav got an understanding with this shit
Alright

Dum N Dumbber 3, you know we had to do it
Mike took my pill and we got into— oh
He got a pill for me, so we not into it
And no, them people house did not do nothing to me, but I shot into it

Bitch pussy deeper than a bitch, I stuffed a lot into it
Popped a Perc-30 last night and made a lot of music
We can kill forty-one niggas, nine Glocks'll do it
I think I poured like twelve lines up, my pop amusing
Nigga, I'll sell my house for the right check
I think I need nine rounds today, bitch, I like sex
Walk in, let me see everybody gun, this a pipe check
Deep water, let me say, "Bitch," that's a mic check
They only sent your ass three thousand? That's a light check

Bro, take your chain off, this a diamond check
Talkin' 'bout big beaver, bro, your ass can't even find the set
I just promoted a party, made an [?][0:46] check
How many Youtube views you got? This a subscriber check
You ain't never seen this gun, this a dino TEC
Pole on the shotgun look like we shootin' rhino necks
I ain't gon' lie, Lil Baby hard, but Rylo next
Twenty hoes texted me yesterday, I can't find your text
Ridin' down Saginaw tryna trick, I can't find no sex

Bitch suckin' dick with all shoulders can't find her neck
No cap, between me and Ri', they sent five Pateks

Do you got that shit on you? This a diaper check

I got so much shit in my pants, I caught a diaper rash

Cook the whole brick of wet dope, where the dryer at?

On the plane higher than a bitch like, "Where the pilot at?"

How you niggas hotter than me and Mike? Where the fire at?
Man, this bitch pussy loose, where some pliers at?

Her friend ass flatter than a bitch, she got an iron back

AR shine light on your spine, it's a Diamondback

Ri' said he fucked my new bitch and I'm fine with that

Man, I miss my old bitch, where's Diamond at?
You said you paid twenty for the chain, where the diamonds at?

I'm tryna put my balls in her mouth, where Lariyah at?

Man, I need my hair redid, where Taniah at?
Made a hundred racks last summer, July exact

I ain't gon' lie, I can't even think of shit that rhyme with that

Mike just fucked my main bitch and I'm fine with that

Damn, I think I did it twice
I hit her ass from the back, we had a vivid night

I don't eat pussy, bae, you lucky if I lick it twice
Alright, I got my mind made up, I'm trickin' twice

Told the bitch I need a thousand dollars, that's the renter price
Just gon' 'head and chop your neck off, boy, you rentin' ice

Bitch pussy got more miles than a— than a, yeah
Bitch pussy got more miles than a longsleeve from Enterprise

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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Shit, alright
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on (Southside shit)
Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million
Walked in the Louis store and— alright, alright

Just pulled to Somerset and valet parked a quarter million
Walked in the Louis store, I just spent a quarter chicken
What you want, a leg, quarter, or a biscuit?
Just got a pint, meet me at the headquarters, let's get filthy
Today, I got a bunch of shit to do, let's get busy
Just sucked a pregnant bitch titties, let's get milky
Bought another Gucci shirt, it was six-fifty
Then walked to Somerset and bought a bunch of shit with six gifties
She let me swipe every card, let's get nifty
Pour a nine of red in a Mountain Dew, let's get pissy

No bullshit, my favorite gun is a .308
I just fucked three rap bitches, now my peehole stank
That nigga tried to R-U-N and left DOA
Cut into a bald-head bitch like, "Let me see your fade"
I just got a glass pint of red, you can keep your drank
Told bae [?] let me see the waist
Withdrawals, I ain't drunk Henn' in like three whole days
I learned how to stack my chips like Frito Lays
Shit ain't all good or all bad, but I'll be okay
Bitch tryna leave, hit her with the Starlito face
Told Gary I want my new chain to weigh a kilo weight
I've been tourin' the world makin' bands, I think we need more states

Took another pint from a nigga, I Deebo drank
On the East sellin' hard, where Eastside Lito stay
Bitch took her shoes off, socks smell like Frito Lays

Damn, I shot the house up bad, they gotta relocate

Who got some Hi-Tech? I'm lookin' for the blood, it's a mosquito day
Bitch asked where she pullin' up to, I sent three locations

I sold an opp Hellcat, this a repo day

Last show I had, a nigga got killed in there, but we okay
Number one displayer, I don't care what [?] say
One day, I seen a nigga lose his life over three whole J's

I know they call it shit talkin', but we don't stank

Bro, what the fuck you smokin'? The weed don't stank

Only words I say to my bitch is, "Please, more drank"

Take my shoes off at any bitch house, my feet don't stank

You only poured an ounce in that pop, nigga, we poured eight

I got a [?] bitch, she'll listen to anything— huh
I got a [?] bitch, she'll listen to anything Miss Cleo say
Decidin' on if I wanna buy that 'Dweller, give me three more days

Off-White with the Klan [?], need three more K's

Asked her what she wanna drink, she said, "Anything, is skeet okay?"
Let me hit my cup
I could have herpes, bet this dumb bitch still wanna hit the blunt

AA-12 with the scope, this a different pump
He wan' fight back, fuck some rock and roll, this a different pink

Bought a bitch a purse for three racks, am I a trick or what?
But I'ma fuck her, then take it back, I tricked her butt
I ain't even put my nose by her pussy, you licked her butt

I had to drop the bitch off, you picked her up

I ain't tryna serve no crackheads, I'm tryna sell a whole brick at once

I can't lie to lil' bro, I think this that one

Put a bump stock on the Glock, I tap the trigger once
Pourin' thick liquid up, boy, you still pourin' liquor up
Seven grams in a Backwood, you roll Swishers up

Okay, you quick to roll dice, we roll pistols up

Stone cold with the cut, I could cut a pair of scissors up

Bought a drum for my Glock 9, it hold fifty-one

Gave Lil E the four-five, you seen a midget bust?

I'm finna take a green bar, this the bigger bus

Dum & Dumber 3, I know they sick of us

I just popped a blue inbox, now I'm itchin' and stuff

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Drive By by RMC Mike lyrics

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[Intro]
Bitch!
Ghetto boy shit, nigga

[Verse]
Fuck a scat, nigga, this a wide body benz
Plugs and the bricks came in, I tell them "fly me ten"
One day my mama caught me fuckin' on siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was ya'll niggas when I was broke and didn't have shit
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and go cash in
Fuck a verse, I need 5000 for a adlib
How I just got myself blew off at a fan crib?
Huh? caught a body in no eight, his name Sam Smith
Counted up 2000 blue strips, now my hands stiff
Nigga tried to ride my main bitch, she let the fend rip
$10,000 all blue, that's a [?]
Have her forty times, gelato forty-one, called they a miss
Nigga try to flew for five bands, that's his friendship
Huh? Tell me, whip up a pipe with the theined crisp
Oops, I mean theined crust
Sixty-thousand for the capris, it came rimmed up
It's really stuntin', but you know I switched the venz up
Reap what you got, stand by the hunnid ten, plus
Back to the ACG boofs, we cut them tens up
We need a touchdown on his play, huh, teamed up
If you with me, that's my bro, nigga, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames, bustdown, with the lense cut
Nigga happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up 10 ten times in a quick month
Forty-one bezel, hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem but ya'll niggas really can't fuck with my brother
We gon' both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-
We drinkin' [?] poured him a shot of double-
I still drinkin', but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Had to call, with a eighth of red, they came up the-
[?] the honey badger came double-armed
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin'-
No I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' three-hunnid, with the double arm
Ran up some dawg shit from shit-talkin', I ain't got a-
Swear, our blocks, in the boof, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Now you mad, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pipe
Shoutout to my brother Louie, way, we still grindin' right?
I'm the truth, and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave [?]
Had to go to make a hunnid, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit I got on, I'm a fly guy
They be pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Quarter body with my blood nigga, gave him a high-five
Stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by

[Outro]
Like what up, nigga?
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Ghetto boy RMC shit, nigga
Yeah, bitch

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Wait That's It by RMC Mike lyrics

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[Intro]
Alright, Bitch!
Ghetto boy shit, nigga
Hey

[Verse]
Grease, where you at with it
Yo' bitch ain't really bad, she be catfishin'
I don't really listen to your music, 'cause there's cap in it
Go one round, pop a perk, then I'm back in it
You got a nine, I got a ten milli, it's a strap difference
You try too hard, bitch, I shit talk, it's a rap difference
Tryna fuck my bitch from the side, broke my back with it
I'm a fat nigga, 308 hit his chest, got his back flippin'
I made this shit right here for all my trap niggas
That's in the trap with it
Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin'
I'm on they ass, nigga
Z-28 bitch, I'm goin' fast in it
I'm off a six, so I'm hoping I don't crash in it
Boy, that's bad business
I be talkin' shit the whole beat, I don't adlib it
Handy shit comin' off the head, boy, I'm mad giftеd
Told bro to take the standard off, I'm finna air sent ya
I bе willing to do anything, you can ask me anything
I got money, now I'm finna do a drill in the black bentley
One day, I'm gonna be rich, it's that simply
No cap in me
Bitch, I got a motherfuckin' mental notepad with me, go act', see me
But you can't, nigga, I'mma tell it how it is, I'm not a fake nigga
Plugged in, I pay 400 for a eight, nigga
It was clean, too
I think they already know I got-
I think they already know I got this shit from a fiend, too
I know a nigga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
Got a 9 on me right now, bunch of pink and blue
No betelgeuse, I need the truth
No, I don't sell dope, but my people do
I seen the proof, I believe in you
6000 for a feature, that's reasonable
I did that shit for my bro, let him keep a 2
Walkin' up on random hoes, like "let me sleep wit' you"
Check security at the door, I wanna beef wit' you
Take a bitch back to the trap, show her a thing or two
Make the bitch suck dick, taught her english, too
Lil bro sippin' on some treads, I'm leanin' too
Walk up on the hoe and say "bitch, I'm screaming too"
Run a bag up 'til my ankles swole
Beat my bitch off a perk-thirty, make her take control
I'm always on that bitch, boy, you hate the road
I run the city now, and I'mma make it known
Hey, winnow we on the map, baby
Yeah, we back, baby
Born in '94, but still came out a crack baby
Pulled the trigger on this bitch once, watch her act crazy
Watch how that shit run down the bottle, that's ack, baby
These hoes say they love me 'cause the belly and the beard
Knock a nigga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
On my way home, high as hell, man, I hit a deer
Cut my white bitch off, 'cause she said "damn, I need a beer"
Got me in my head like "damn, these hoes weird"
This a tesla, bitch, lean the seat back and don't steer
This a fan-bitch, before she suck the dick she gon' cheer
I should start a kennel, bitch, it's all pits over here
Ha, fuck a exotic door
They say "Mike, have you ever got robbed?" nigga, not at all
Beat a nigga ass so bad, he got the cops involved
White boy asked for perk-thirties, sold him tylenol
Nigga right his wrong, I just drove to the A and caught a flight home
Bitches want me ,'cause I'm hot now, but I'm not Mike Jones
Four whips in a lot now, with all my ice on
Pour a six in my pop, man, had all the ice gone, man, I hate that shit
Happy I could change the fam' life, I embrace that shit
Hand a bitch ten-thousand blues, like "here, make that fit"
Okay, wait, that's it
Bitch

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