"Inergee Too" lyrics
Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike Lyrics
[Intro:]
(Enrgy made this)
[RMC Mike:]
I just stabbed a nigga up with a kitchen knife
I need a whole bag to get me back at sixty-nine
Swank called with a four of Wock', he want sixty-five
Bitch asked me what I want to eat, I said shrimp and fries
I need my shit fried hard
Finna go swimming in that pussy, fuck a lifeguard
Seen the stage, but didn't break a sweat, I got on Right Guard
I'm just tryna overcome the struggle, bitch, my life hard
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Fucked the bitch and fell asleep quick, I guess she put it on me
Robbed a couple niggas last year, they still lookin' for me
Told the plug I wanna sell bud, he put some Cookie on me
I'm fucked up, he gave me two, then I took one from him
I don't wanna buy the Wocky pint unless the booklet on it
Bought a real knife in the county, gave him a cook-up for it
Tuck my shirt in when I do fraud, tryna look important
Two ounces of Act' in the cream look like a bunch of mortar
[RMC Mike:]
Bought a Glock 40 from a deaf for a zip of soft
Shot a thousand rounds out the Drac', the wood wiggled off
Rio fuck with St. Bernard, but this some different dog
Unc' let the birds fly away, boy, that's pigeon talk
I can't buy that pint from you if the seal been off
Hit the brick like six times, damn near killed the dog
Burnin' tires in the Hellcat, the rubber peeling off
You need a split, well, here's a number you can call
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
New skeletized AR pistol weigh eleven pounds
Extended clip on the 50 cal' hold eleven rounds
I was fuckin' six hoes a day, I had to settle down
Man, this beat hittin' hard as fuck, cut the treble down
I ain't got the AB10 no more, but it's some Tech around
Right now all the hoes I got bleedin', but it's some neck around
Used to ho niggas sippin' green, but I respect 'em now
Too much lubricant on my Glock, it won't eject the round
[RMC Mike:]
Cause caught a body on the slab, he in Texas now
Dumb and Dumb3r went so fuckin' hard, they took "R3kless" down
Put my all in a fake brick and it let me down
I ain't like jewelry at first, I want a necklace now
I don't want that Wraith truck, I want a Tesla now
Standard magazine don't hold enough, I need several rounds
Dawg said he got some 'bows for what? Nigga, settle down
Hit my wax pen on the plane, shit very loud
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
I know a nigga with a brick, but won't sell an ounce
If you owe me somethin' and you broke, nigga, sell your house
Sold a nigga twenty-nine grams and took the extras out
If that shit don't jump back, you gotta melt it down
Mike was drinking Quali', I had red and wouldn't sell a ounce
Then this nigga found some Actavis, I'm jealous now
He ain't put no oil in his Scat', he need headers now
Ten bands in twenties in my jeans, had to wrestle it out
(Enrgy made this)
[RMC Mike:]
I just stabbed a nigga up with a kitchen knife
I need a whole bag to get me back at sixty-nine
Swank called with a four of Wock', he want sixty-five
Bitch asked me what I want to eat, I said shrimp and fries
I need my shit fried hard
Finna go swimming in that pussy, fuck a lifeguard
Seen the stage, but didn't break a sweat, I got on Right Guard
I'm just tryna overcome the struggle, bitch, my life hard
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Fucked the bitch and fell asleep quick, I guess she put it on me
Robbed a couple niggas last year, they still lookin' for me
Told the plug I wanna sell bud, he put some Cookie on me
I'm fucked up, he gave me two, then I took one from him
I don't wanna buy the Wocky pint unless the booklet on it
Bought a real knife in the county, gave him a cook-up for it
Tuck my shirt in when I do fraud, tryna look important
Two ounces of Act' in the cream look like a bunch of mortar
[RMC Mike:]
Bought a Glock 40 from a deaf for a zip of soft
Shot a thousand rounds out the Drac', the wood wiggled off
Rio fuck with St. Bernard, but this some different dog
Unc' let the birds fly away, boy, that's pigeon talk
I can't buy that pint from you if the seal been off
Hit the brick like six times, damn near killed the dog
Burnin' tires in the Hellcat, the rubber peeling off
You need a split, well, here's a number you can call
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
New skeletized AR pistol weigh eleven pounds
Extended clip on the 50 cal' hold eleven rounds
I was fuckin' six hoes a day, I had to settle down
Man, this beat hittin' hard as fuck, cut the treble down
I ain't got the AB10 no more, but it's some Tech around
Right now all the hoes I got bleedin', but it's some neck around
Used to ho niggas sippin' green, but I respect 'em now
Too much lubricant on my Glock, it won't eject the round
[RMC Mike:]
Cause caught a body on the slab, he in Texas now
Dumb and Dumb3r went so fuckin' hard, they took "R3kless" down
Put my all in a fake brick and it let me down
I ain't like jewelry at first, I want a necklace now
I don't want that Wraith truck, I want a Tesla now
Standard magazine don't hold enough, I need several rounds
Dawg said he got some 'bows for what? Nigga, settle down
Hit my wax pen on the plane, shit very loud
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
I know a nigga with a brick, but won't sell an ounce
If you owe me somethin' and you broke, nigga, sell your house
Sold a nigga twenty-nine grams and took the extras out
If that shit don't jump back, you gotta melt it down
Mike was drinking Quali', I had red and wouldn't sell a ounce
Then this nigga found some Actavis, I'm jealous now
He ain't put no oil in his Scat', he need headers now
Ten bands in twenties in my jeans, had to wrestle it out
