RO MONEY. (feat. Jay slays & Midsouth Monsta)

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Abandoned
F*ck that, lose a limb
To me
I'm about to leave, they nose it's runny
They're for crashin', I ain't no dummy
Like I shook the beehive, I'ma blow, honey
Got you somethin' to blow for that whole money
I spit like a mister ted bundy
Gunning the soul, cunning the show
Coming in a motion, I spit in the cold
It's a feel like the snow on me
Call the body, the case closed on me
They wanna get the pole on me
But they get wet up like the Faygo
The homies throw on me
I'ma try to get rich and dough
To leave my family smilin' with swole tummies
This shit just spread, it's just so funny
How they stole from me
Wanna market this shit like they own somethin
They would never own nothin
Show them the ropes, buddy
I ain't done till I leave your girls' clothes cummy
Better leave it alone, sonny
Cause you fuckin' with a mid-south monster and RO-MONEY
Better fuckin' hit em with a resurrection
They owe all on my dick, but they self-deception
Y'all motherfuckers ain't even got a conception
I have a confession
The way that I come out on a beat
Feel like I had to leave them in an oppression
I have a confession
The way that I rap up on a beat
Like I'm filled with possession
Nah, motherfuckers be actin' like they an adolescent
I ain't a teacher, but I'll add a lesson
I ain't a priest, but send his ass to heaven
Numbers goin' up like Larry Ellison
Y'all better bow to me
Rap on this beat like I had a degree
Easy when it comes for the syllables
I get breezy, it's like ABC
I'm actually takin' my aim
Pussy bitches won't take that blame
ABC, why the f*ck did I change
I don't know, but that's why I came
Nah, I'm actually relevant
F*ck y'all pussy, y'all all just irrelevant
Eat up, but be it like I am the revenant
Y'all cannot read me, I'm part of the covenant
Run on the track like I will cover it
Don't give a f*ck, I will f*ck you all up
Break down that bars like it was a breakup
I got it all covered like it was makeup
Y'alls backstories, nah y'all backstabbers
It's all made up
Point out the flaws and tell me, hold up
Y'all can't chess me, it's time to check up
Turn this beat to pieces, I need to clean up
Doesn't make much sense if it's just gonna tear it apart again
Let my brother Jays take it over so we can tear it apart again
Where's the red carpet? We need to break it in
Filled with a rat pack, I snap back like ISIS
I backpack, don't slide back crisis
Playing with a motherfuckin' mastermind
I grab the nine, I'm sayin' bye like woah
Massaclone, I resurrect like Jesus Christ
Straight out the tomb, I made a tome
Better watch your tone
They call me Brady when I take it home
Yeah, drip drop with the zip locks
Hit top 45 with the beat, make boy tick tock
Fake blocks, big cock, sleep on me again with stop
Big guns like fake it, don't fake it, go get time
Big rake, slick rake, motherfuckin' back time
Too stupid, all you reps sound like a bitch
When nobody f*ck with me, y'all sound washed up
Time to do the laundry when she not lingerie
Big gay, what do you say, got no spots
L.A., Mac 11 with a tray
Ayy, go search around and just know I can't skate
Way back in the game, back against the water with a big pin
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Flip out, peace

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