AFM Lyrics

I wonder if she like me

Or do she think I'm clowning like that boy up in IT

Bitch I'm hyphy give a fuck if you don't like me

We ain't a gang bitch we rollin' in our fuckin' white tee's

I'm chillin' with my niggas got a bag of that killa

Gotta bad ass bitch tryna suck me like a swisher

Gaddamn niggas ain't fuckin' with me in the AM

P.M all the way down in the DMs

Wait till a nigga gon' meet em

Watch how a nigga gon' greet em

Yo walk in the club and everybody just lose it

See this bitch it ain't no confusing

Ain't the size of the gun nigga it's how you use it

Niggas just do it no time to cool it

Poison the dudes edible

Dip the body up in the chemicals

Schedule one a federal

Medical medicine dude want beef then we let em in

Been waiting to claim new settlements

Rape and pillaging creep like a militant

Beat down a nigga like I never did

Out this bitch we ain't leaving no evidence

Hit that nigga with the motherfuckin' choppa

Case this nigga think he playin' fuckin' Contra

Put his ass out in the house of doctor

Diagnosis man I think a nigga shot him

Looking for his ass like a broke ass father

Pop in Poppin poppa

You don't even bother you don't want drama

Stays with the Llama like a farmer

Care like Obama pack tricks like Ronda

When it comes to the money knuckle up a motherfucker like we playin' in Uganda

Gotta be kiddin' me, stay smoking celery

Bitch you ain't friending me more like my enemy

They askin' if you remember me

I be like ya I do you feeding off my energy

Silly me, gotta bitch in the back shoutin' Billie Jean

First date on the bitch call it bills for me

Throw the bill on her that I paid for then I flick ya bean

Then I cock and squeeze

Fuck it I'm popping ya pops

Droppin a couple of shots

Coppin ya mom and some pot

Watching her rocking the cock

Wait what what what

Choppin' out the bando, rockets on em like rambo

Pockets like a fatso poppa boy you don't know

Bottles bang Bobby Brown, bang a body on foes

Bang ya neighbour on coke Body bitches beggin' party on hoes

Beg ya boy to bang flows bang these hoes

Belly slap a hoe sayin' pretty bitch don't go

Kill em with a ho-ho, wonder what it was

Gotta couple guns tryna cop a lotta funds

Cuttin man-buns fuck it breaking off a lung

Munchin on the sluts that I fuck em for a lunch

Brains for dinner games play no bitches

I ain't playing with em you gain weight you dippin'

Big ol' bitch better roll away

Like I'm thick as chilly without the baby weight

You're my baby bae, break her back then I make my way

To make a snack then I take her cane

Drop top get it going popeye wit it

Going raw dawg spitting

Till I slaughter bitches if you lost I'll get you

Rock on socks off then I'll drop ya section

Slob on the knob and wash it all off

Watching you walk has got me all wrong

Constantly talk and watch you fall off

Pop pop I don't give a fuck

Pop her while she on the nuts and I ain't stopping cuhz

Aye fuck you too I ain't fuckin' with you dude

Medicated vacay to Vegas

Don't say if make it say grace and take it

I ain't taking favours fake friends and Satan

Snake ways ya waitin' Shake hands and hate me

Blast cans I'll mase ya

Die the day the paper ends

High we slang to gain some shit

Welcome to AFM