Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M&M, artist - Rvssian. Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M&M |
| Ayo, Rvssian, you're a space cadet with this one |
| (Ayy, Rvssian) |
| I checked my bank account, it was negative |
| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms |
| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular |
| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule |
| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up |
| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up |
| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio |
| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though |
| I got this game I got from the corner store |
| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though |
| I used to serve for real like a Dominos |
| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know |
| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe |
| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll |
| They'll never understand all this lingo |
| I get them bricks in like a gringo |
| Ho hoppin', tote poppin' |
| Keep a nigga main bitch throat poppin' |
| Keep the squirrels in the hood like I know papi |
| Chop 'em down like I teach karate |
| My lil' niggas run up in there like robots |
| Trap bunkin', I got four spots |
| Automatic twelve gauge, that's a door stopper |
| Catch 'em slippin', we gon' throw 'em out |
| If it's four of us, we got four choppers |
| If it's three of us, we got three choppers |
| Do you get the point? |
| Man, we keep choppers |
| We gon' fold 'em up like some Reebox |
| Turn a Glock .40 to a beat box |
| Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa |
| Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow |
| When it's beef I ain't hear a peep out ya |
| If they kill me, they gon' creep 'bout ya |
| I'm a God in my hood, you can read 'bout it |
| I put shooters on payroll, I feed goblins |
| Every nigga around me ain't gon' need nothin' |
| Fly the homies in town, they gon' crease somethin' |
| While I sit back and have me a threesome |
| Got these old head niggas in they feelings |
| They gon' really be mad when I fuck they bitches |
| I checked my bank account, it was negative |
| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms |
| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular |
| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule |
| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up |
| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up |
| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio |
| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though |
| I got this game I got it from the corner store |
| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though |
| I used to serve for real like a Dominos |
| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know |
| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe |
| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll |
| They'll never understand all this lingo |
| I get them bricks in like a gringo |
| In the streets, Pluto bigger than Jigga |
| Got racks to my ear, nah, I can't hear you |
| Come to the jeweler, it come to this mula |
| You might as well call me Godzilla |
| I got these thotties and hotties, exotics |
| Exotics got bodies on bodies, what's up? |
| Real, I'm a rock star but way triller |
| I fucked on a pop star then hit a stripper |
| I rock Cavalli, man, fuck bein' modest |
| Just looked at my arm, that's a new Maserati |
| I'm overseas on you lil' bitty shrimps |
| Somebody country and I'm higher than a blimp |
| I fucked a rapper bitch and had her star struck |
| Man, I damn near should've been a pimp |
| I put her in Tom Ford googles |
| When she go down to give a nigga lip |
| I'm over-quoted, I'm worse than Ebola |
| Coco Chanel, got them straight out the corner |
| Pitch black, see I'm lit up, Baguetti |
| I slice a average like a machete |
| Flyer than a parachute, never forget it |
| You niggas some hoes, don't ever forget it |
| I checked my bank account, it was negative |
| I checked again, I had me some M&Ms |
| I ain't fuckin' on a ho if she regular |
| I'm putting bad bitches on the schedule |
| They dropped the sauce, they mad I leveled up |
| Shine in the dark, I'm holdin' my Rollies up |
| I'm from the streets, I got my portfolio |
| They talkin' bad, they don't even know me though |
| I got this game I got it from the corner store |
| Gotta be in it, cannot be on you though |
| I used to serve for real like a Dominos |
| I sip the syrup for real, my momma know |
| Hit from the back, I stand on my tippie-toe |
| Now I'm so smooth, roll through like a finger roll |
| They'll never understand all this lingo |
| I get them bricks in like a gringo |
| You know how the niggas comin' 'bout Rvssian |
| Whole lotta Free Bandz, whole lotta money |
| You know what I'm sayin'? |
| Whole lotta shottas, don't play with them |