RFM Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

We gone shoot at your homie

Shoot at your gang

Pop him like a pill

We leaving a stain

Like I'm LeBron I go hard in the paint

I ain't Gi-Annis on timing like Dame

We keeping it serious this ain't a lil game

Y'all switch on your homie for money and fame

Im with my crew like we running a train

If you say its war than its that we gone bang

yea yea yea yea

Shawty my amiga

She gone ride for me

She might die for me oh

Said shawty my amiga

She gone lie for me

And only I can see oh

Shawty my amiga

She gone ride for me

She might die for me oh

Said shawty my amiga

She gone lie for me

And only I can see oh

We gone give him a halo (hmm)

I got your homie on payroll (hmm)

Go tell your boy he should lay low (hmm)

Wok with the blueberry faygo (hmm)

Don't touch my buddy he able (hmm)

They switching up like some cable (hmm)

They don't come messing with J though (Im going)

Outta control

Might wanna watch out cus I been on a roll

Your homie came up we put him on the floor

Put him in a pack and now we wanna roll

I am so far from your average Joe

Atlanta to Cali that's double the coast

A hundred on watches just for a lil stroll

Only time that I see it is when I go scroll

A Hundred Billi that's the ultimate goal

yea yea yea yea

Shawty my amiga

She gone ride for me

She might die for me oh

Said shawty my amiga

She gone lie for me

And only I can see oh

Shawty my amiga

She gone ride for me

She might die for me oh

Said shawty my amiga

She gone lie for me

And only I can see oh

yea yea yea yea