M&M (feat. Rvssian & Future)

Lil Baby

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    Ayo, Rvssian, you're a space cadet with this one
    (Ayy, Rvssian)

    I checked my bank account, it was negative
    I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
    I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
    I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
    They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
    Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
    I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
    They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
    I got this game I got from the corner store
    Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
    I used to serve for real like a Dominos
    I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
    Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
    Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
    They'll never understand all this lingo
    I get them bricks in like a gringo

    Ho hoppin', tote poppin'
    Keep a nigga main bitch throat poppin'
    Keep the squirrels in the hood like I know papi
    Chop 'em down like I teach karate
    My lil' niggas run up in there like robots
    Trap bunkin', I got four spots
    Automatic twelve gauge, that's a door stopper
    Catch 'em slippin', we gon' throw 'em out
    If it's four of us, we got four choppers
    If it's three of us, we got three choppers
    Do you get the point? Man, we keep choppers
    We gon' fold 'em up like some Reebox
    Turn a Glock. 40 to a beat box
    Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
    Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
    When it's beef I ain't hear a peep out ya
    If they kill me, they gon' creep 'bout ya
    I'm a God in my hood, you can read 'bout it
    I put shooters on payroll, I feed goblins
    Every nigga around me ain't gon' need nothin'
    Fly the homies in town, they gon' crease somethin'
    While I sit back and have me a threesome
    Got these old head niggas in they feelings
    They gon' really be mad when I fuck they bitches

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    I checked my bank account, it was negative
    I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
    I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
    I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
    They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
    Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
    I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
    They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
    I got this game I got it from the corner store
    Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
    I used to serve for real like a Dominos
    I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
    Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
    Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
    They'll never understand all this lingo
    I get them bricks in like a gringo

    In the streets, Pluto bigger than Jigga
    Got racks to my ear, nah, I can't hear you
    Come to the jeweler, it come to this mula
    You might as well call me Godzilla
    I got these thotties and hotties, exotics
    Exotics got bodies on bodies, what's up?
    Real, I'm a rock star but way triller
    I fucked on a pop star then hit a stripper
    I rock Cavalli, man, fuck bein' modest
    Just looked at my arm, that's a new Maserati
    I'm overseas on you lil' bitty shrimps
    Somebody country and I'm higher than a blimp
    I fucked a rapper bitch and had her star struck
    Man, I damn near should've been a pimp
    I put her in them Tom Ford googles
    When she go down to give a nigga lip
    I'm over-quoted, I'm worse than Ebola
    Coco Chanel, got them straight out the corner
    Pitch black, see I'm lit up, Baguetti
    I slice a average bitch like a machete
    Flyer than a parachute, never forget it
    You niggas some hoes, don't ever forget it

    I checked my bank account, it was negative
    I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
    I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular
    I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule
    They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up
    Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up
    I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio
    They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though
    I got this game I got it from the corner store
    Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though
    I used to serve for real like a Dominos
    I sip the syrup for real, my momma know
    Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe
    Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll
    They'll never understand all this lingo
    I get them bricks in like a gringo

    You know how the niggas comin' 'bout Rvssian
    Whole lotta Free Bandz, whole lotta money
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    Whole lotta shottas, don't play with them

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