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rmc mike - icu lyrics

[intro]
enrgy made this one
hmm, yeah
enrgy, you trippin’ with this one, man
yeah, look, alright

[verse]
b+tch, we done made the charts
pull the ‘cat on stockdale, i’m finna make it fart
i’m picasso with that k, i be makin’ art
see a milli’ glued to my hip, you can’t take a part
sh+t, i’m a glock toter
girly said, “before you do your show, bae, stop on it”
i bust fans, be f+cking for an hour when i’m not sober
i swear unc’ keep the best weed, he got glock on him
out west lookin’ for some act’, i done found a deuce
gas station, ran outta sprite’s, grab a mountain dew
i just f+cked an ig model at the fontainebleau
b+tch cut into me like i’m a real money countin’ tool
yеah, b+tch, stop cappin’
i was thinkin’, “ho, i’m finna f+ck you,” i was not nappin’
i’m so good at runnin’ through that cheese, i could count backwards
buyin’ all the drank i run into, i’m a outstacker
stack a hundrеd lines, then drink them all
in the kennel with my gang on me, tryna beat the dawg
beat a b+tch down so bad, she took the weekend off
i know a n+gga, made a million dollars off teaching fraud
get money and stay out the way, don’t get the beef involved
playing around with some real n+ggas gon’ get the streets involved
n+ggas scared as h+ll hidin’ out, got his people caught
from now on, you gotta bring a ten to get a feature bought
d+mn, we brought a wraith to the hood, we had the cops jealous
if you think soda can, i done popped fella
i’ma shoot this b+tch ’til it cl!ck, i don’t drop weapons
[?] cannot hang out over here, this a glock section
we done dropped so many rounds, we got the opps tellin’
see my brother peezy make a hundred outta rock [?]
when i’m buyin’ drank, i need every drop, take fine measure
f+cked around and bought an ap to tell the time better
we on our way to the top, it ain’t no way around it
four glocks, three baby k’s, they stay around it
if you don’t watch your b+tch f+cked, don’t take jay around her
i was introduced to gettin’ money, now i stay around it
sh+t, the top pushed back if i press a b+tton
she tryna catch up to the game, i need extra mustard
how i heat your crib up if i lift the oven?
playin’ with the wrong n+ggas get your kids abducted
sh+t, i’ll sn+tch a n+gga wife too
put a beam on my glock, that b+tch came light blue
i’ll shoot some sh+t quick, but i’ll fight too
bet a hundred, if you ask your b+tch, she know mike too, i’m right too
last week, i put a opp n+gga in the iu
i meant icu, but you know how i do
gentleman, bless a b+tch ‘fore she say achoo
three years before this rap sh+t, i would’ve robbed you
no cap, but now i rap for the pape’
b+tch ask for a hundred, i threw a stack in her face
do y’all remember back then? i had to back off the k
so i could walk into the booth and make a rack off an eight
50k, i’ll hit his crib and take the back off the [?]
i got some sh+t on my hip to make you back off away
wish we could take it back where we was drinkin’ act’ all day
hit me with your b+tch and i’m like shaq in the paint
i’m only coming out to pick up my backend today
i put the switch on my glock, it’s like a mac when it spray
voice activating [?], that b+tch’ll tag when i say
i gotta keep a stick of scissors like i rag where i stay

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