S.O.T.B.

(album: Dum N Dumbber 3 - 2021)

(Enrgy 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 dropping 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 shooting up cribs, we take lives instead
At this point, shit, I'll pay whatever for a pint of red
Moving on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead
Sixty racks hanging 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
Thirty-seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour
Stepping 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 shaking 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 acting 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 with you
Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasing tissues
Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol
Pauly going back overseas 'cause he making 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 aunty 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 fucking ghetto, nigga, it's on