S.O.T.B.

(E-E-Energy made this one) Shit! Bitch! Yeah Alright Bitch, I was born a savage, no Macho Man Told brodie, "This shit on the floor like I dropped a band" Nigga said he poured a three up, then why your pop so thin? Mama said, "Get money and go home, you ain't got no friends" Shit, I'm like, "You damn right" Turned into a fiend, we droppin' fours in a canned Sprite Hit her from the back off a Perc', she like, "Damn, Mike" Her nigga broke and can't make no cheese, he a ham, right? I just did one-twenty in a Scat' down Van Dyke The pussy wack, I give the bitch back like, "What your friend like?" Goldie drunk my last deuce of wock', we had a hand fight Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight Me and Ri' made some dog shit while he fight the feds We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead (hey) At this point, shit, I'll pay whatever for a pint of red Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead 60 racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it Your bitch cheated with me, 'cause you ain't never got no time for her Twelve hundred for them new Dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em New Diamondback FN, that bitch sound like a lawnmower Ten milli', got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told him, "Black the Porsche" Mama asked me "What's up in my cup?" It's act', of course Don't ask me if I got a gun on me, I'm strapped, of course Militant-minded like my pops and we'll go to war Flint Town got a name now 'cause we opened doors 37-hundred for this jacket, it came velour Steppin' on these niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus Left my white bitch and got rich, that's a paid divorce Strapped up in my Gucci slides with the fur in 'em I put Forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em Hit him seven times with a 'K, broke a nerve in him Military-issued bullets came with a curve in 'em Ghetto Boy nigga, that's the clique and I'ma hold it down I hate a nigga actin' like he rich when it's hoes around Threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the Joker smile Brodie, I just dropped another opp (okay, over, out) Grown bitch wanna fuck me bad, she seen the AP Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats I'm finna shoot a bad motherfucker, call HD My security'll whack a nigga quick, shout out KB D water, bust an Addy down, I'm finna take it with you Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasin' tissues Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol Pauly goin' back overseas 'cause he makin' missiles Fuck a bitch once and don't cuff, I am not a cop Niggas steady tryna buy my PLR 'cause it's out of stock I'm the big man in the paint, knock him out the box They like, "Mike, why you ain't got no kids?" 'Cause I condom shop Fuck it, if I meet the right one, I might make me one Barry pulled up with Perc-30s, had to take me one I know I'm legal, but I just popped a nigga with my 18 gun Handsome nigga, but I make an ugly face when she make me cum Shit! Yeah, I'm on that, bitch RMC, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga Free Rio Nigga, free Benji Nigga, matter fact, free the whole fuckin' ghetto, nigga, it's on