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r3kless - rmc mike & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
you’re it
you’re it
you’re it, quitsies
anti*quitsies, you’re it, quitsies, no anti*quitsies, no startsies (b*tch)
you can’t do that
can too
cannot, stamped it
can too, double stamped it, no erasies

[verse 1: rmc mike]
d*mn, i’m ’bout to fall
my bars like a car with bad brakes, they don’t stop at all
dog dropped the top on his whip, i knocked his top off
brand new .308, the bullets lookin’ like some hot dogs

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*gga pulled a gun out on me, that wasn’t smart at all
knocked his ass out before he got to let a shot off
caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw
a five in one pop and this b*tch lookin’ like hot sauce

[verse 3: rmc mike]
i just left the stu’ and bought a four from my auntie lisa
poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was tempur*pedic
sh*t real, promoters tryna book us for a show in cleveland
p*ssy had a lil’ stench on it, but the head strategic
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i just drunk a whole pint, now i got amnesia
i can’t remember that b*tch name, but the p*ssy decent
me and mike both f*cked that ho, you a p*ssy eater
know she suck d*ck, she got big lips and crooked teefus

[verse 5: rmc mike]
me and rio made a new wave, but they ain’t keepin’ up
bang dumb and dumb3r out your sh*t and f*ck the speakers up
plug pulled up on me yesterday, threw a key in the truck
bro, i think this crazy b*tch outside, she keyin’ your truck
don’t lie to me, baby, just be upfront
unc’ slid down in somethin’ with the big b in the front
passed up all you rap n*ggas, now we in the front
got his ho on tip, suckin’ d*ck, pourin’ lean in cups

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
drop a n*gga like i just made him pee in a cup
cookie strong as f*ck, i just put hercules in a blunt
smoke seven grams of berner cookie, now i’m seekin’ runtz
pop a n*gga on a friday night and f*ck his weekend up
me and mike be on some stupid sh*t
muzzle on the chop, that b*tch sound like it’s pootin’ and sh*ttin’
pull up to the courthouse with a glock, they losin’ the witness
hit him two times in his head, he pooed in his britches
[interlude]
stamped it
can too, double stamped it, no erasies
cannot, triple stamped it, no erasies, touch blue, make it true
no, no, you can’t triple stamp a double stamp
you can’t triple stamp a double stamp, lloyd
you can’t triple stamp a double stamp
lloyd, lloyd (guys)

[verse 7: rmc mike]
oh, y’all thought it’s over?
pop a n*gga, stuff him in a box, now he claustrophobic
young dog don’t sip lean no more, but he often roll it
caught an opp slippin’ at the light and he lost composure
now we in a different bag
got some head and scratched off on her and gave her whiplash
rio poured up a cream soda until it looked black
young n*gga f*ckin’ on my old teacher from gym class

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
i just scored a glass pint of red, you drinkin’ slimfast
f*ck her good since me and bro been in a gym bag
really plugged in, f*ck a pint, i got a script pad
my coke plug stay in texas, met him at 6 flags
i got that sh*t on me
n*gga think we finna throw the hands, i whipped out stick on him
shot him more than twenty*some times and dropped the clip on him
four eights of red, that’s two pints, i got a fifth on me

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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