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rmc mike - back at it lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
d+mn, e did it again
i just got that one call, he said he hit again
young dog trippin’ with that drank, he be whippin’ thin
i’m finna slide on my b+tch, ri gon’ hit her friend
‘member when we did that bullsh+t with that f&n?
then scratched off doin’ a dollar in some 2010?
i gave my plug eight bands, all counterfeit
i told him that i’m in a rush, don’t even count that sh+t
my third+grade teacher told me i’d never amount to sh+t
now i rub her cl+t with vaseline so the condom fit
i got a play for thirteen out in romulus
i should play it low+key and drive the honda civic

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i wrapped this brick with vaseline, they still found the sh+t
man, somebody snitchin’ or this police a powder sniffer
i just bought some roxannes from my mama sister
her boyfriend all in her ear, she tried to charge me twenty
i bought the pills for seventeen, then i robbed a n+gga
one day, i took a n+gga’s sh+t with my mama with me
my b+tch called her brother ’cause i hit her, then i popped his sister
had the opp’s son callin’ me unc’ ’cause i popped his sister
accurate when i shoot the fn, i could pop your pimple
you a p+ssy with your glock, you won’t pop a ‘sicle
n+gga shot a nine bullet at me and it kinda tickled
me and a scratchin’ in the ‘cat, it look like a pickle
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i done spent so much money, i done lost count
got so many pills in my possession, i done lost count
i’m sellin’ slaps so hard, i can’t call out
i’m tryna see what i can chemist with the dog so they can fall out
this cookie punchin’ so hard, might knock us all out
jc ain’t got what i want, i’m ’bout to walk out
if chris don’t cut me in with ash, then we gon’ fall out
just sold a pint for thirteen hundred and i’m all out

[verse 4: rmc mike]
d+mn, that sh+t detrimental
unc’ payin’ seventeen for them iscuit+bibbles
i don’t promote violence, but this .40 cal press the issue
i heard your mans got a problem, he can catch it with you
i’m a yoga teacher, bring your friend, i’ma stretch her with you
last night, i prayed on the big and he blessed me with it
got all up in your b+tch head and she blessed me with it
had to cut that lil’ b+tch off, she was too messy with it

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
stuffed this glock 10 with steroids, i got a c+cky pistol
i just hit a rat b+tch with more ass than roxy reynolds
i came up kinda fast off them roxy reynolds
had to switch the flow up, now i pass out oxy kennels
my lawyer always get us out the pen’, i call him tommy pickles
hoppin’ out a tinted+up scat, we don’t slide out rentals
call me tyreek, i smoked a n+gga with my mama pistol
hit your b+tch raw, but i’m strapped ’cause i got a pistol
[verse 6: grindhard e]
i got six thousand on me, this a sloppy little
i f+cked my nephew head up, i let him count a little
i left six straps at his house, now my chopper missin’
i think his head f+cked up, he must’ve dropped a n+gga
my head f+cked up too ’cause i’ll drop somethin’ with him
you can see straight through your crib when them choppers hit ’em
but f+ck that, i’m the plug, boy, don’t contradict me
i’m the one that bought them pills, ain’t left a bottle missin’

[outro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

- rmc mike lyrics

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