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letra de loose talk - rmc mike

[verse 1: rmc mike]
b-tch, i’m back poppin’ now
i left the glock at the crib and brung the chopper out
bag on the side catch every sh-ll that be poppin’ out
auntie don’t smoke weed no more, she doin’ molly now
young dog don’t go to school no more, he catchin’ bodies now
i can get a half a brick of— i know a charlie brown
white ho just knocked a b-tch out ronda rousey style
i smoked a zip in this b-tch, it’s gettin’ cloudy now

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just drunk a pint and smoked a black, i feel drowsy now
unc’ used to sell crack cocaine, he sell coffee now
leave the window up, then let me out, i’m ’bout to walk him down
me and mike wanted scatpacks, we trackhawkin’ now
them n-ggas all had h-llcats, but they walkin’ now
i think they rented them b-tches and put a thousand down
hit a brick of dog from the back and called it doggystyle
i got a new fiend that smoke hard, he done bought me out
turned him on to the dog food, he done lost his house
feds tried to use my raps against me ’cause i’m talkin’ foul
n-gga say he wanna beef with me, he done bought a cow
seen dog testify on chris, he a talking mouse
[verse 3: rmc mike]
i’m a real trapper, i don’t really need a kitchen
just a couple zips of dog and like two or three blenders
left the glock today, i brought my thirty-eight with me
i been f-ckin’ on them boostin’-ass cma b-tches
got the head from her, put her out, can’t lay with me
i’m taxin’ for the bud, b-tch, my qps eight-fifty
n-ggas broke, only hit the road for eight fifties
rio, that’s my brother, he be movin’ weight with me
my cousin got some dog for the low in bay city
bro bought a thousand gift cards and made a fifty

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i only f-ck around with boy, but i’m a straight n-gga
cook at granny crib, leave residue in her cake mixer
on my way to make some cash money with the drac’ with me
hit the girl without no permission, but i don’t rape b-tches
glock on me, that’s my everyday pistol
every now and then, you might see me with a k with me
this swiper n-gga said he want a verse, sh-t i take giffies
extra grip on the four-five to make sure i ain’t slippin’

[verse 5: rmc mike]
monkey nuts on this chop look like fake titties
murk a n-gga with my hoodie on, i feel like ace boogie
unc’ spent five hundred, i gave his ass eight twenties
cuz made eighty-eight thousand on some fake cookie
[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i know a n-gga up a hundred, but he hate cookie
then he went and made another twenty off of eight bullies
hot as h-ll, caught an m on camera, had on a hoodie
rob a n-gga blind in broad day in a bape hoodie
now i’m on my way to grand rapids
pulled a glock out on a n-gga and he ran backwards
i know a lame n-gga with bread, he a ham sandwich
you keep gettin’ jammed up ’cause your mans ratted
if my n-gga snitched, he’d be layin’ flatter
than a skinny b-tch ass when her pants baggy
it’s a twenty in my pocket, so my pants saggin’
drop a n-gga with the glock, then let my mans have it

[verse 7: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
beat my uncle ass, i caught him at the store panhandlin’
i woke up with a hangover, i had to stanback it
the foodsaver f-cked up on me, i had to hand-wrap it
told mike we gotta drop some sh-t to keep the fans happy

- rmc mike

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