AMM Lyrics

(R4W Whistle)

I woulda came back for you

I don't care if you come back

Bitch I ain't mad at you

Cuz we be making money trappin on the avenue

And I got three bitches right by me and they bad as you (huh yea)

But they ain't mad as you

And right after that bitch suck me

Tell her that'll do

And that bitch still gone fuck me

Fuck what her dad gone do

Yelling in my face, laugh and put the strap on you (aye)

Well here's goes nothing

Sticking to the scripts I'm bussin scrips they make assumptions

Bitch I really came up off the block, my blood pumping

Cuz them fools just pulled up right now and started dumping

Wearing every chain when I sleep, came from nothing

Bout to face this whole wood pussy boy ain't finna pass

I know that bitch no good, still tryna tap that ass

Imma tap that ass, shake that shit and do it fast

Tryna record my ass so I had to wear a mask

She be gettin to them bands, and she

Peyton Mann with the motherfuckin pass

Pass the Glock to me when I'm in a jam

Make em disappear I'm a minuteman

Yeah they want me dead, talk bout many men

They some mini men

Bouta get dizzy again from all the spinny spin-ning

Diamond chains that's for all the win-ning

Bouta put that chop stick on his crimson chinny chin

Bouta make em Pooh himself like his name is Winnie, when? (What? Hahaha)

(R4W whistle)

(This shit too easy)

(Pussy, I was gonna take that shit out)

(Yall needa step this shit up, but fuck it)

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

Automatic on my bro hip, so who can you call?

R4W put the money up I'm risking it all

Thought I told you that we already stacking it tall

Got the VVS for the diamonds bitch you can't see a flaw

Said she want it like my chain, that bitch wanna go R4W

(Said she want it like my chain that bitch wanna go raw)

I woulda came back for you

Trappin on the Avenue

Had me like a strap or two

I can't even be mad at you

R4W we walked up in this bitch better grab your boo

This Glocky got a switchy on it feeling like a broom

Hit a boom once and it empty out the room

Bouta hit his graveside, pissin on his tomb

I don't ever write, they say I'm the white Tune

Freestyling off the top that's for all my tunes

I be off the mud in the trap with my goons

I been trippin been a minute since I talked to em

Say they want smoke, get they whole life ruined

R4W bitch stay tuned