RMC Mike - A Million Off Fentanyl lyrics
[RMC Mike - A Million Off Fentanyl lyrics]
Fuck the fire, we got grease
It's a Wayne beat
Alright, look
She the coldest in the city
Want me to pay for it
Huh, we ain't doin' that, though
You gotta realize
You fuckin' with a real nigga
Bitch! Huh, look
She the coldest in the city
Want me to pay for it
Told her I'ma still grind like a skateboard
If your brother fell down
Would you wait for him?
Shit, I would, I'll sacrifice my life for him
My heart cold
I could survive in an ice storm
He ain't got the money for the feat'
Give me a pipe for it
I take my gun everywhere
I got the rights for it
Say you got the plug on the 'bows
What the price for it?
He want twenty-two five, so I bought 'em all
What I spent in Saks Fifth
Could've bought the mall
My youngins down in DC
Fuckin' with the frauds
My uncle still in the 6 fuckin' with the dogs
A lot of niggas in that can, yeah
I miss 'em all take it back to 2010
I would've killed 'em all
I bet I strike the batter out
Quick when I pitch the ball
I know a nigga right now made
An M off of fentanyl
That's no cap, nigga
It don't matter what you do, nigga
It's a thousand hustles out here, nigga
You gotta get out here and get you one, nigga
Grind, nigga
Get you some motherfuckin' money
Out this bitch yeah
That's what I'ma do, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit
Nigga hah, yeah
Right now
My name hotter than some fish grease
I need a bitch with good
Pussy and some big feet
Stomp a nigga head in the club
We was six deep
Bitch text my phone that she pregnant
Is you shittin' me? We ain't doin' that
Sent that bitch to Flushing Road
You wouldn't believe I had to do
That to a couple hoes
I was gettin' them bitches gone quick
And didn't touch the 'bows
Made a hundred racks right in Flint
We ain't touch the road
Shit, I was too high to fuck the bitch
I didn't touch the ho we in the D
I need a corned beef on an onion roll
The pandemic gone, you back broke
Where your money go?
The situation got a lil' sticky, no honeycomb
I was into servin' grams
You was into robbin'
I had to get it out the mud
You got sent to college
Ridin' 'round with six guns
Tryna get it poppin'
Now I'm gettin' it off the rap
Had to flip the option
Nigga flexin' with his money
Watch me flip his pocket
Compact XD four-five, this a different rocket
Stuffin' dog shit in my jeans
I done ripped the pocket
You cannot get plugged over here
This a different socket
Okay, let me keep goin' I'm fucked up
Walked in the bank with my heat showin'
Bitch ugly, so I peed on her
My new bitch pussy good, so I beat on her
I had to boss the bitch up
I threw a slee alright
I had to boss the bitch up
I threw a sleeve on her
I knew she sucked dick good
Look at the knees on her
She make the pussy squirt
Huh? I threw a C on her that's Chanel, bitch
I'm in the kennel with that
Dog like I sell pit's
They say the road got hot as hell
So I mailed it
I'll knock a bitch son out like I'm Melvin
I'm in Boston servin' green
Shit like a Celtic huh, pussy hah, yeah
Bitch tried to put her pussy in
My face and I smelled fish
It's a Wayne beat
Alright, look
She the coldest in the city
Want me to pay for it
Huh, we ain't doin' that, though
You gotta realize
You fuckin' with a real nigga
Bitch! Huh, look
She the coldest in the city
Want me to pay for it
Told her I'ma still grind like a skateboard
If your brother fell down
Would you wait for him?
Shit, I would, I'll sacrifice my life for him
My heart cold
I could survive in an ice storm
He ain't got the money for the feat'
Give me a pipe for it
I take my gun everywhere
I got the rights for it
Say you got the plug on the 'bows
What the price for it?
He want twenty-two five, so I bought 'em all
What I spent in Saks Fifth
Could've bought the mall
My youngins down in DC
Fuckin' with the frauds
My uncle still in the 6 fuckin' with the dogs
A lot of niggas in that can, yeah
I miss 'em all take it back to 2010
I would've killed 'em all
I bet I strike the batter out
Quick when I pitch the ball
I know a nigga right now made
An M off of fentanyl
That's no cap, nigga
It don't matter what you do, nigga
It's a thousand hustles out here, nigga
You gotta get out here and get you one, nigga
Grind, nigga
Get you some motherfuckin' money
Out this bitch yeah
That's what I'ma do, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit
Nigga hah, yeah
Right now
My name hotter than some fish grease
I need a bitch with good
Pussy and some big feet
Stomp a nigga head in the club
We was six deep
Bitch text my phone that she pregnant
Is you shittin' me? We ain't doin' that
Sent that bitch to Flushing Road
You wouldn't believe I had to do
That to a couple hoes
I was gettin' them bitches gone quick
And didn't touch the 'bows
Made a hundred racks right in Flint
We ain't touch the road
Shit, I was too high to fuck the bitch
I didn't touch the ho we in the D
I need a corned beef on an onion roll
The pandemic gone, you back broke
Where your money go?
The situation got a lil' sticky, no honeycomb
I was into servin' grams
You was into robbin'
I had to get it out the mud
You got sent to college
Ridin' 'round with six guns
Tryna get it poppin'
Now I'm gettin' it off the rap
Had to flip the option
Nigga flexin' with his money
Watch me flip his pocket
Compact XD four-five, this a different rocket
Stuffin' dog shit in my jeans
I done ripped the pocket
You cannot get plugged over here
This a different socket
Okay, let me keep goin' I'm fucked up
Walked in the bank with my heat showin'
Bitch ugly, so I peed on her
My new bitch pussy good, so I beat on her
I had to boss the bitch up
I threw a slee alright
I had to boss the bitch up
I threw a sleeve on her
I knew she sucked dick good
Look at the knees on her
She make the pussy squirt
Huh? I threw a C on her that's Chanel, bitch
I'm in the kennel with that
Dog like I sell pit's
They say the road got hot as hell
So I mailed it
I'll knock a bitch son out like I'm Melvin
I'm in Boston servin' green
Shit like a Celtic huh, pussy hah, yeah
Bitch tried to put her pussy in
My face and I smelled fish