(Bonus) Aye M ft. M.D.B Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

T-MoneyMann

T a Vet, I know that M gon' have my back

I catch him comin' out the crib sound like this bitch a tech

He dropped his phone, he seen me comin', he ain't even send his text

And I ain't gotta say no name,SheaWop,

Know that I'm on his neck

Aye M., you stress these hoes, you fuck em', then you let em' go

One more bitch ask if I got herpes, I'ma put it in her throat

My pop said if she hit me, hit her, nigga, I already know

But I ain't like that if you hit a bitch, then nigga, you a hoe

I seen a Glock twitchin', bodies droppin', niggas on a pendant

Seen them niggas try run up on me, the fuck them niggas trippin

Only thing that's on my mind is how the fuck am I gon' get it

Man, this shit that I be smokin' feel like popeye off the spinach, yeah

You trust these niggas, then you fuckin' crazy

Feel like all these niggas tryin' to play me, Dig they fucking grave

Test my gun when I be shootin' at niggas, ain't never been in the range

I told the bitch to wipe her face, cause I ain't in the cryin' games, ayy, Wop

I got my Glock and on the clock, man, this shit don't ever stop

If T-Money on your block, I got them shots, not for a cups

I ain't quit until them gunnas that be steppin' on the top

Bae sit back, I seen a flash, you know I'm duckin' all the cops

T a vet, I know that M gon' have my back

I catch him coming out the crib sound like this bitch a tech

He drop his phone he seen me coming he aint even send his text

And I aint gotta say no name Sheawop know that im on his neck

Aye M T a Vet I know that M gone have my back I catch him coming out the crib sound like this bitch a tech

He dropped his phone he seen me coming he aint even send his text

And I aint gotta say no name Sheawop know dat im on his neck

Aye M You stress these hoes, you fuck em' then you let em' go

One more bitch ask' if I got herpes, I'ma put it in her throat

Pops said if she hit me, hit her, nigga, I already know

But I ain't like that if you hit a bitch, nigga, you a hoe, bitch

Phone call, if I don't know the number, then I ain't answerin

Call me Mr. Louis V, just by the way I bag a bitch

I had a bitch, already smashed a bitch, I'm bout to thrash the bitch

I'm bout to stretch her ass out, Mr. Fantastic shit

Jumpin' like a Cadillac in the 80s, nigga, fuck a pager

The bitch is bad, I hope I ain't replace her, nigga

I'm dangerous, I don't do no fightin', I don't do no writin

If you hate me, know your bitches like me, I get her ass excited

She ride the dick and she be high as shit, she fly on autopilot

Where you been? And you ain't heard of him, this car got low-ass mileage

I push the bitch, the bitch be growlin' at me like it's tryna bite me

I need a freaky bitch, I need a dirty bitch and one that's super feisty

She must be super spicy, shit think she look like Ice Spice but got a ass like Nicki's

The way she throw that ass back, I call her Mrs. Frisbee

Fuck her and leave me, she will be like, bae, do you miss me

I'm a cold-ass nigga, and fuck a fuckin' bodyguard cause they can't hold me, nigga

She keep on sayin' she a freak, how bout you show me, baby

She be like, ain't you a hoe? That was the old me, nigga

Yeah, I rock this Paul Rich, Movado bold, it be some slight shit

A pretty penny on my wrist, it's priceless

Them niggas lookin' at my wrist like it's a bad bitch

Hey, Miss Parker, she a light bitch, but she like her niggas darker

Her ass open wide like she at the doctor's

And I'm runnin' out this bitch like I'm not the father

Yeah, T a Vet, I know that M gon' have my back

I catch him comin' out the crib, sound like this bitch a tech

He drop his phone, he seen me comin', he ain't even send his text

And I ain't gotta say no name, Sheawop know dat I'm on his neck