Ayy, yo, 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 - on a h- if she regular
I′m pullin' bad-bads on a 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, I cannot be on you though
I used to serve 'em, for real, like a Dominoes
I sip the syrup, for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippy-toes
Now I′m too smooth, fell 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 - main - throat poppin'
Keep the squirrels in the hood like I know Papi
Chop ′em down like I teach karate
My lil′ - have 'em bendin′ like Roombas
Trap bunkin', I got four spots
Automatic 12 gauge, that′s a door stopper
Catch 'em sleepin′, we gon' throw 'em out
If there′s four of us, we got four choppers
If there′s three of us, we got three choppers
Do you get the point? Man, we keep choppers
We gon' fold ′em up like some Reeboks
Turn a Glock 40 into a beatbox
(beatbox)
(Fa-fa-fa-fa-fall)
(Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow)
When it's beef, I ain′t hear a peep out you
They kill me, they gon' creep ′bout you
I'm a god in my hood, you can read about it
I put shooters on payroll, I feed goblins
Every - 'round me, ain′t gon′ need nothin'
Fly the homies in town, they gon′ crease someone
While I sit back and have me a-
(have me a-)
Got these old head - in they feelings
They gon' really be mad when I-
(really be mad when I-)
I checked my bank account, it was negative
I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
I ain′t - on a h- if she regular
I'm pullin′ bad-bads on a 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, I cannot be on you though
I used to serve ′em, for real, like a Dominoes
I sip the syrup, for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippy-toes
Now I'm too smooth, fell 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, can't hear ya
Come to the jeweler, it comes to this mula
You might as well call me Godzilla
I got these thotties and hotties, exotics on exotics
Got bodies on bodies, what′s up?
Real, I'm a rockstar but way thriller
I f- on a pop star, then hit a stripper
I rock Cavalli, man, f- being mad
Just look at my arm, it's a new Maserati
I′m overseas on you lil′ bitty shrimps
Somebody country and I'm higher than a blimp
I f- a rapper
(rapper) and had her starstruck
Man, I damn near should′ve been a pimp
I put her in them Tom Ford googles
When she go down to give a
(give a) lip
I'm over-quoted, I′m worse than Ebola
Coco Chanel, got 'em straight out the corner
Pitch-black, see I′m lit up, Baguetti
I slice an average - like a machete
Fly down to Paris, you never forget it
You n- some -, you never forget it
I checked my bank account, it was negative
I checked again, I had me some M&Ms
I ain't - on a h- if she regular
I'm pullin′ bad-bads on a 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, I cannot be on you though
I used to serve 'em, for real, like a Dominoes
I sip the syrup, for real, my momma know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippy-toes
Now I′m too smooth, fell through like a finger roll
They'll never understand all this lingo
I get them bricks in like a gringo
You know how them - comin' about Rvssian
Whole lotta Free Bandz, whole lotta money, you know I′m sayin′?
Whole lotta shottas
(whole lotta shottas)
Don't play with them
(don′t play with them)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Tarik Luke Johnston, Dominique Jones, Kevin Richard Thomas
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