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letra de ot - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
b-tch
ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
b-tch tryna fly a n-gga out, i told her “round trip it”
motor make the f-ckin’ pipes pop when i downshift it
dog sh-t reckless, me and rio out of town with it
boy, that pop lighter than a b-tch, you dropped a ounce in it
i’m tapped in everywhere, you just a house n-gga
but i ain’t trippin’ ’cause lil’ bro ‘nem make house visits
yound dawg said the wrong word, now he pr-nounced missin’
they only found sixty sh-lls in a blew out kitchen
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i got a whole pint of ‘tech but i’m keepin’ it
dirty ass pop, this was a pint, now i’m sweepin’ it
these n-ggas tryna’ steal our sound and i’m peepin’ it
thousand rounds, shoot it for three days, this my weekend clip
drop a snippet on my instagram, then delete the sh-t
i’m finna tongue kiss this pint on some freaky sh-t
hi-tech, all i want is red, i’m on some beecher sh-t
silence on a glock, drop a n-gga on some sneaky sh-t

[verse 3: rmc mike]
you wanna know if your drank cut, then put in the freezer
i’m f-ckin’ on a foreign b-tch, she from indonesia
her head game special ed, but the b-tch a g*nius
stuffin’ d-ck all in her guts, let out her inner demon
you better buckle up my n-gga, this a demon
i got heavy ass foot, b-tch i like speedin’
told all my hoes once before, “i’m very misleading”
f-cked a b-tch that i ain’t really like, she had big cleavage

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i got a k with more shots than the doctor’s office
hit him in his face and broke his jaw, sh-t locked up on him
showin’ straps on ig, you wanna get locked up, don’t you?
you let me hit without a mag’, wanna get knocked up don’t you?
she keep braggin’ ’bout her fam, want me to rob her brother
sold both of my opps dracos, i hope they pop eachother
rose gold with yellow ice, look like chocolate and b-tter
hit his crib with a twelve gauge and knocked off the gutter
[verse 5: rmc mike]
ri’ they ain’t even see us coming, we popped up on ’em
unc’ been cookin’ dope for three days, wrist locked up on him
i just beat a n-gga ass, then let pops whoop on ’em
tried to drope a hunnid’ some’ shots, the glock quit on me

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
this n-gga still mad at me ’cause i popped his homie
had to give my spite some company ’cause the pop was lonely
bought some real act’ from my plug, should’ve robbed him for it
this b-tch caught some big bs, spent a outfit on it

[verse 7: rmc mike]
cuz had to spend a check to get the case closed
me and rio both f-cked that b-tch, we the bang bros
b-tch p-ssy wet as f-ck, i had to change clothes
bro trippin’, he just popped a n-gga with all his chains on

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
you ever seen a supercharger on a durango?
messy n-gga, f-cked two different b-tches in the same clothes
when they cut this tether off my leg, i need a bankroll
got the whole world excited, like when boosie came home

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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