Braggin Rights Lyrics – RMC Mike, Rio Da Yung OG

Read the full Braggin Rights lyrics by RMC Mike and Rio Da Yung OG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Ooh, s*it, that’s a Danny G beat)
Fu*k
(It’s a Wayne beat)
S*it
Hold on
Ayy

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You know I am, ayy, you know I am, ayy
You know I am, ayy, you know I— ah
You know I’m that n!gga, you ain’t even gotta ask about it

Eight of Quagen in a baby bottle got me acting childish
I know a n!gga tried to smack somebody and got smacked about it
Got a petite small b!tch with lil’ bootycheeks
Beating doonies down, you gotta listen when the coochie speak
I don’t even want the pu*sy if the coochie cheap (Ooh)
Her coochie wet as hell, she got a water cat
I fu*ked her good, then left, I had to call her back
I’m the real Coochie Man, I got some head at the mall in Saks
Bro fell, but he was shooting while he falling back
I’ma finna dog a ‘Cat, we playing cat and dog
This n!gga mad I hit his b!tch, he just smacked the wall
He finna punch the air
I swear I miss the doonie van, I used to fu*k in there
Alright
B!tch eat d!ck in the morning, she eat brunch in there (Ooh)
Freak b!tch pu*sy wet, she tryna fu*k the chair
B!tch got a deep cat, I’m getting drunk in there
I pulled her out the other room, I told her, “Come in here”

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
He got robbed for his kit and tried to jump the air
He tried to pour some green up, don’t you fu*king dare
I don’t even talk to my b!tch, we just fu*k and stare
I’m out in Beecher selling dope with a Buccaneer
N!ggas really broke as hell, they make a buck a year

That’s a hundred thousand
N!ggas ain’t whacking s*it, they like hunting houses
All the rats having kids, just a bunch of mouses
What’s that in your Louis bag? Just a bunch of ounces
She tryna fu*k, she on my lap doing a bunch of bouncing
He talking ’bout some dog s*it, but can’t up a thousand
I’m up for real, I spent your deal on a couple houses
S*it
I’ll spend all this s*it, don’t give a fu*k about it
She kinda ugly, but that pu*sy wet like a fu*king fountain
That n!gga told on his mans and you stuck around him
He acting hard ’cause he got a strap, s*it, I’m tough without it

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Brodie, my phone fu*king up, I’m driving through the mountains
Three Cubans on my neck, I feel like I’m drowing
My pants made by Kapital, my shirt Balenciaga
Give them tools to lil’ bro, he gon’ fix the problem
Your luck down, we bought fins for the tough guys
A hundred racks in the O, watch me buck eyes
I be picking up my loads from the truck drivers
They say I fu*ked my money up, I bought a bustdown
Both hands in the air, it’s a touchdown
Fifty pounds on the ‘Hound, I know the bus driver
I’ll spend this s*it today, don’t give a fu*k ’bout it
Put that china white in traffic when it’s rush hour
Huh, I ran it up if you ain’t notice
I’ll buy a b!tch a presi’ ‘fore I give a b!tch some roses
Twenty thousand in Chanely, man, this lil’ b!tch the coldest
Ninety thousand on the oldie, I put sixty in the motor, easy money

[Verse 4: VonOff1700]
This n!gga said I’m broke, this n!gga funny
B!tch, I dropped out of school in sixth grade, I’m a dummy
Free 3, man, he quick to wrap a n!gga like a mummy
N!gga, I was gon’ smoke Uncle Ice if I was Sonny
He think he tough, I’m finna tap that n!gga brain
B!tch, I’m in a Trackhawk with a Drac’ switching lanes
Before this rap s*it, I was quick to hit a stain
Man, this s*it don’t mean nothing, I’ll still hit a stain
Just taxed him today, bought a Carti’, he think he that, that n!gga lame
Ri say, “You just upped an M, n!gga, go get another chain”
Hurry up, spin through the O, n!gga, I’m tryna test my aim
B!tch, you ain’t tryna fu*k, then you should’ve never came
Ayy, Rio, why my opps talking ’bout they wanna kill you?
Them n!ggas ain’t even did s*it to me, they ain’t gon’ kill you
Aw, you a booster? That’s okay, I used to steal too
This n!gga think he crazy, let me show him what this steel do

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can’t believe your opps said that
Haha, that be the type of s*it that I laugh at
A million dollars cash get your ass wiped
And every n!gga you was seen with last night
A hundred thousand dollars not a bad price
He tried to run, they shot him in his ass twice
You say you got a pint? What’s the asking price?
‘Cause CJ took a PJ back to Flint for a glass pint
He took a— I gotta slow it down for you, alright
He took a private plane back to Flint for a glass pint
You see what I’m saying?
I was high as hell last night
Swing wide as hell with the K, look like a fag fight
I made a real ten M’s, I got bragging rights
Since I came from zero, sometimes, we ain’t even have no lights
We ain’t have no water ’cause the pipes froze
Now I just spent a hundred thousand tryna buy clothes
Used to take my kids swimming, now we got a pool
Yeah, that b!tch in the middle of the fu*king house, fool
I’m on some bossing s*it
I got Von with me, he’ll get to tossing s*it
I really like the b!tch, so I bought her s*it
I got two hundred thousand on me, this my daughter s*it