Covid20 - Rio Da Yung OG, Rmc Mike

In the spot baggin' up them 'bows, finna shoot 'em out

Unc' got some big-ass veins, I watched him shoot an ounce

You short on the payment, have my niggas come move your house

Opps keep tryna avoid the beef, made 'em move south

Told Joey this shit on the floor and I’m ready for it

Rio got some shit on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it

I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois

Girly keep askin' what I claim, bitch, it’s Ghetto Boyz

Still RMC 'til I die, ain’t no question 'bout it

Water whip the dope with some shit, it made eleven thousand

Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses

Blank out off them Percs and start shootin', need better counseling

Me and Mike in this bitch talkin' dumb and dumber

Chasin' Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I’m gettin' numb and number

I be sellin' half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin

If I drop another chain off hittin' puppy, them hunkies comin'

You be talkin' 'bout a bunch of bullshit that don’t matter

Let a bitch call her brother on me, I’ma blow at him

Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts

Used to walk around with ten thousand, that shit got so tragic

Let me get an M, I’m comin' home with it, brodie, don’t worry

Scared to piss in that cup right now, I know I’m so dirty

Mike ain’t tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty

Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty

Nike joggers off the Yeezy runners, chase you down with quickness

Runnin' through the load, asked the plug to send another biscuit

Told my bitch I wanna fuck her friend, she so open with it

I’ll do whatever this shit take to promote the Mitten

Brick came up short, but I know how, I put lotion in it

Damn, Mike, how you steal my girl?

I just stroke her different

She said you a no pape'-havin', controllin' nigga

I hit the bitch with everything I had, I put shoulders in it

Stayed down loadin' up, I timed my rise to the top

I was in the alleyway cuttin' pies out the box

Auntie fucked my head up, I seen her nod off the rocks

I need a roadrunner to come stuff this dime in her twat

Ayy, go grab a paper towel, unc', your nose runnin'

I got some 'bows comin', all you probably got is hoes comin'

When the world open, I’m droppin' two more Rollies off 4Sho money

Stop talkin' crazy 'bout that fifty racks, that ain’t no money

You still wearin' Nautica?

Bro, you so dirty

My stomach hurt right now, I quit drinkin' lean cold turkey

We ain’t had shit, rappin' at E house, we had a long journey

Niggas still flashin' lil' money, that shit so corny

We in this bitch fuckin' with Joe, the 4 upside down

Drop a five in a six-ounce pop, then turn it upside down

Any nigga take a shot at me and miss, he must go now

I got a small gun on my hip’ll make a bus slow down

Yeah, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

What up, Joe?

What up, Mike?

Nigga

Know what the fuck goin' on

Damn, that bitch stopped?