Mike Voice (feat. RMC Mike)

(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Ahhh
What up, Mike? Alright
Imma Percocet popper
Nigga, you know what the fuck I do
30's, 15's, 20's, 10's, 7.5's, nigga
And we drinking real Wock

Imma Percocet popper, Morton Grove sipper
Ten thou' in ones, I'm a titty bar tipper
How you gon' rob us and we got six AR's with us
We got a .308, call this bitch a car flipper
Glock giving out shots, I call that bitch a bartender
Made a lot of dumb decisions, really I'm a smart nigga
Lying in your rap, put cap on it, you should go to a bar-mitzvah
Nigga playing with his life, I left him at the park with it
Me and Mike brothers, he light skinned, but imma dark nigga
Dootda la doo doot doo doot, he thought Baby Shark hit him
He took of running', hit him with the 'K, now the nigga cart wheeling
Pop him with some slacks on, imma sharp killer
Shoot him in the ass with Glock, it look like a shark bit him
I was selling dope, you was in the yard cart flippin'
Big tons, when I go re-up, I bring a grocery cart with me
Riding with seven different Glocks, now I don't need AR with me

In the booth drinking Wockesha out of Barney's cup
Fuck that Lamb', I really want me a Ferrari truck
I don't fuck with Matt, but fuck it, hit Jeff Hardy up
Ri' a laid back ass nigga, he don't party much

A MSR, two fake ID's, I fucked Target up
I wear so much VLONE, somebody hit A$AP Bari up
Slapped the fuck out this one nigga, fucked his Carti's up
What you mean? Like you broke a nigga glasses?
The Devil in me nigga, I'll rope a pastor
I was in this bitch–, off the– yeah

Now I'm in this bitch going off the Addy's
Bitch pulled up BM-Dub with no panties
I used to drink real Act, ask granny
I was gon' pop him, imma just back hand him
Left the game for a min now a nigga back handy
Eating Licorice, getting my dick sucked that's black candy
Ion do the shit, but yes, imma crack baby
I ain't even wanna hit yo' bitch, the Act made me
Ran up three hundred thousand off of up rap that's crazy
Cut into my bitch momma, "How you doing fat baby?"
Scoob slim as hell, shooting 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 hunnid onna a fat eighty

I'll punch the shit out yo' bitch, and I slap babies
This is not a foreign car, this a 'Lac baby
Drunk my first pint with my momma, 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 trying to see who touch a hunnid first, call that Rack racing
Pop percs and fuck hard her back break, she need a back brace
Lil D chasing BB-Dubs, that's a fat chaser

All yellow gold forty one with the black face
Me and Rio dropped forty-one's with the fat face
You a bum, I bet yo momma 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