RO MONEY. ft. Jay slays & Midsouth Monsta Lyrics

Abandoned

Fuck 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 fuck did I change

I don't know, but that's why I came

Nah, I'm actually relevant

Fuck 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 fuck, I will fuck 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 fuck 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

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Flip out, peace