RMC Mike - Awesome lyrics
[RMC Mike - Awesome lyrics]
Fuck the fire, we got grease
Bitch! Ghetto Boy Shit
I spent $3
700 on a jacket and couldn’t fit it
Tryna stop drinking but I just
Bought an O for $260
No I can’t lie but honestly I
Think the truth fit me
Spent $7, 000 on a fit i’m too crispy
I didn’t even fuck the bitch I made
Her pour some juice with me
I just bought a whole zip of
Real cherry from Poop Diddy
It was out of love nigga only charged me $250
If a nigga show his hand and he
Ain’t real I’m through with em
Brand new FN left him helicopter high
We taking over the rap game like it’s
Just fell up out the sky
I left thе backwood wet I just
Sit it there to dry
How could you livе with yourself when
You telling on the guys
You want a bag OT then we
Gon’ mail it on surprise
Bitch skin good as hell yeah
Her melanin too high i sip drank all day I
Could never get too high
I put that shit on everyday I
Could never get too fly okay Gucci this
Louie Vuitton that i’m a problem
Shell catcher on my PLR no revolver
I ain’t gotta maker her pay for
The dick she gon’ offer
A lot of dog shit up in
My pocket bitch i’m awesome
Threw some diamonds in my teeth they
Fucked up but imma floss em
The feds out here lurking
Everyday so i’m cautious
My cuz’ got some pape he bought
A wraith at an auction
We in a vette I took off on
The state and I lost em
You got a line on them 448’s what’s the price
I drop my chain in the cup
I’m tryna make me some ice
I’m in the booth rappin shit i’m
Tryna make me a life
I can’t find a hoe for shit
I’m finna make me a wife
Screaming free the ghetto every fucking day
I miss my brother Ri
I’m finna have an orgy with some
Stripper bitches at the double tree
Stayed down till it was my time
Now I can up a sleeve
Bitch my whole fam would be some millionaires
If it was up to me
Can’t turn a hoe into a house
Wife these bitches love the streets
I just want the pape up out this
Shit these niggas love the beef
Brodie could’ve won the whole race
But he drugged his feet
Every chain I got across my neck
Cost a dub a piece
My nigga Berry walked in with some
Quagen finna drop a six
Brodie got texas locked down Greg Popovich
I don’t just hit niggas with my
Glock i’ll pop a rich
Road running every other day I
Can’t stop this shit
$620 for a shirt it’s Fear of
God not a chrome heart
Keep some dog shit on me
Daily i’m a line shark
I’m a magician with the K I make my own art
Hoe 75 sippin drinking wock we
On the road turnt damn
How much money can you count
In less than five minutes made $40
000 off of a feature just to buy chickens
Brodie caught a body in his scat
He still ridin’ in it
You niggas never been to war I survived in it
Six chains on neck looking like an Igloo
Fuck yo favorite rapper every time
I drop it’s an issue
Bitch you just sucked my dick twice
Why would I kiss you
Put the Glock down beat a nigga ass fuck a
Ri like "Mike all you gotta do
Is rap and you rich too"
That dog you got weaker than a
Bitch that’s a shih tzu
Imma hothead with this Glock on
Me but my fit cool
You can’t walk a mile in my
Forces I got big shoes
Bitch! Ghetto Boy Shit
I spent $3
700 on a jacket and couldn’t fit it
Tryna stop drinking but I just
Bought an O for $260
No I can’t lie but honestly I
Think the truth fit me
Spent $7, 000 on a fit i’m too crispy
I didn’t even fuck the bitch I made
Her pour some juice with me
I just bought a whole zip of
Real cherry from Poop Diddy
It was out of love nigga only charged me $250
If a nigga show his hand and he
Ain’t real I’m through with em
Brand new FN left him helicopter high
We taking over the rap game like it’s
Just fell up out the sky
I left thе backwood wet I just
Sit it there to dry
How could you livе with yourself when
You telling on the guys
You want a bag OT then we
Gon’ mail it on surprise
Bitch skin good as hell yeah
Her melanin too high i sip drank all day I
Could never get too high
I put that shit on everyday I
Could never get too fly okay Gucci this
Louie Vuitton that i’m a problem
Shell catcher on my PLR no revolver
I ain’t gotta maker her pay for
The dick she gon’ offer
A lot of dog shit up in
My pocket bitch i’m awesome
Threw some diamonds in my teeth they
Fucked up but imma floss em
The feds out here lurking
Everyday so i’m cautious
My cuz’ got some pape he bought
A wraith at an auction
We in a vette I took off on
The state and I lost em
You got a line on them 448’s what’s the price
I drop my chain in the cup
I’m tryna make me some ice
I’m in the booth rappin shit i’m
Tryna make me a life
I can’t find a hoe for shit
I’m finna make me a wife
Screaming free the ghetto every fucking day
I miss my brother Ri
I’m finna have an orgy with some
Stripper bitches at the double tree
Stayed down till it was my time
Now I can up a sleeve
Bitch my whole fam would be some millionaires
If it was up to me
Can’t turn a hoe into a house
Wife these bitches love the streets
I just want the pape up out this
Shit these niggas love the beef
Brodie could’ve won the whole race
But he drugged his feet
Every chain I got across my neck
Cost a dub a piece
My nigga Berry walked in with some
Quagen finna drop a six
Brodie got texas locked down Greg Popovich
I don’t just hit niggas with my
Glock i’ll pop a rich
Road running every other day I
Can’t stop this shit
$620 for a shirt it’s Fear of
God not a chrome heart
Keep some dog shit on me
Daily i’m a line shark
I’m a magician with the K I make my own art
Hoe 75 sippin drinking wock we
On the road turnt damn
How much money can you count
In less than five minutes made $40
000 off of a feature just to buy chickens
Brodie caught a body in his scat
He still ridin’ in it
You niggas never been to war I survived in it
Six chains on neck looking like an Igloo
Fuck yo favorite rapper every time
I drop it’s an issue
Bitch you just sucked my dick twice
Why would I kiss you
Put the Glock down beat a nigga ass fuck a
Ri like "Mike all you gotta do
Is rap and you rich too"
That dog you got weaker than a
Bitch that’s a shih tzu
Imma hothead with this Glock on
Me but my fit cool
You can’t walk a mile in my
Forces I got big shoes