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actin dumb - homicide mikey lyrics

[verse 1: homicide mikey]
i just started rapping
[?] i started trapping
the day you came out your mama, you started capping
a hundred thousand on the [?], i don’t do plastic
my white boy walk around with dog, he like sh*ggy
white b*tch sitting on more blues, she want addys
bought my ex b*tch a weelchair, cause she can’t stand me
upped the stick on my cousin, [?] tried to hand me

[verse 2: rmc mike]
[?] p.l.r. in the wood, and start a wildfire
remember i couldn’t stack that sh*t up, but now the pile’s higher
bro a speed deman off them percs, he a wild driver
you ain’t get that glock to pop sh*t, you shoot out tires
me and bro playing with dog sh*t, you got baby money
7000 in my back pocket, that’s my baby money
you can’t get a punchlinе out of me, you gotta pay me for it
back to back [?] you gotta race mе for it
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
last year i ain’t have sh*t, now i got 80 on me
lil cuz popped that n*gga for me, gave him 1800
f*cked a hundred hoes in 1 month, i can’t be ugly
if [?] i hate when n*ggas be muggin
i just paid 2600 for an 8
i know it sound dumb, but i [?] i need my drank
i be sipping everyday, so i pp drank
just hit a project b*tch without a rubber, now my we we stank

[verse 4: homicide mikey]
n*gga upped the gun with no bullits, he stupid as f*ck
treat his house like a dope feend, i’m shooting it up
hitting the road every other day, you ain’t moving like us
put the [?] on the greyhound, made it move on the buss
b*tch say she wanna f*ck [?]
k!lled her baby daddy next day, put is face on a shirt
doordash with half the grams, i take them to work
[?] runners on my feet, i take them to church

[verse 5: rmc mike]
pressed the gass once and shot off, we on 7 mile
you old as h*ll f*cking young hoes, boy, you a pedifile
i wanted 10 for a mixtape, he sent 11 thou
pop a n*gga, throw him in the lake, [?]
[?] yeezys on my feet, you can’t cop these
i knew the b*tch had some good p*ssy, she got [?]
i had to quit f*cking with the liquor, now i pop p’s
you can’t make a hundred off of rap, boy, you is not me
[verse 6: rio da yung og]
creep up on his window with the glock, yeah i’m [?]
my f*nny pack ain’t got a dollar in it, this a stick [?]
he tryna beef, but always chasing p*ssy, put a b*tch on him
i drop 30 [?], got a switch [?]
[?] the right side of my face, your ho l!ck on it
seen too many n*ggas in macqueens, so i bought rick owens
jumped out on a n*gga in broad day, and dropped a clip on him
[?] guns on my waist [?] i think my hip broken

[verse 7: rmc mike]
supercharger on my corvette, watch me stab off
[?] give me a free pint every month, i got a bad cauf
[?] 150, then what the glass cost?
my ex b*tch want her a new body, what the ass cost?

[verse 8: homicide mikey]
sold my feend a half a gram of tar, but it was asshfalt
i’m pouring [?] in my bathtub, making bath salts
n*ggas mad, cause my stash look like [?]
[?] on the brick [?] you get half off

[verse 9: rio da yung og]
i got numb taking percies everyday, don’t think my tongue working
tryna load a hundred in the drum, got my thumb hurting
how you drop a hundred [?]
the feds intaragate me, i’m acting like a dumb person

- homicide mikey lyrics

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