Fuck The Internet ft. RMC Mike & Louie Ray Lyrics

What up poody

Quan what we doin

Haha got Louie in this bitch

My nigga Rawood

Pacquiao slap whatt

Bitch

Fuck the Internet

Niggas out here really dying, and ain't living yet

Bro said he got a play on the way, I'm finna intercept

Bitch I just want my dick sucked, check the intellect

Oh y'all think Mike broke? Well y'all incorrect

Plug sent some weak bows? So I sent them back

I knew doggy bone caught a body, I was in the back

Unc want a zip of soft? Sold him Similac

Bitch gimme that, I just sent two shells through his fitted cap

Right there where he stands is where I end it at

He tellin on the whole hood, we not into that

That nigga been a rat

I'm loose, hit her for seven minutes, nothin new

Give the engine all that it could take, til it's somethin blue

I feel like I done hustled here before, trap-javo

Nigga can't 50 cent me, I'm not a Jarule

Alright see you got your pistol on you, you gon harm who?

I bought a 30 thousand ch-…..

I bought a 30 thousand dollar chain wit the charm too

This not a 36, but 36 on my arm too

We could sell bows for a rack, that's what a farm do

I could get some shit flattened out, that's what a iron do

You wear your feelings on your sleeve, that's how I learned you

I ain't tryna deal with you right now, that's why I curved you

Mike dropped sumn in his cup, it was purple

Me, Louie ray and Mike ridin wit some shit'll hurt you

I'll pull up any where, I'm the man that could serve it

Please don't hesitate to call my phone if it concerns you

Please don't call my phone, bitch I thought I said I'm servin

Grippin on the grain in a Benz, I was swervin

I was starring at her titties and they looking kind of perky

On point wit this shit, you can call me Kyrie Irving

Free Rio bitch, I been serving for a minute they know me legit

I mean I'm legit

I mean I'm the shit

Me, Mike and Louie killing shit

Pour that whole damn pint without spilling it

Weed too strong, let me breathe for a second

Real legit with my shit, just spent some cheese on the weapon

Before you crack the seal on that pint, let me bless it

It ain't bout what you made, it's what you saved is the question

For the first time in my life, i'm invested

Buy every pint I can, and stretch it

Find another crackhead in the hood, let em test it

Bring somebody back to shop with me, you gettin blessed

Chu need? I got the finest selections

I'm dope runnin, hoe slappin, pull up in a four-matic

Ridin through the city gettin pape, you know I gotta have it

Look up at the ceiling of the whip, you know it's panoramic