M&M Rvssian & Future (Ft. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Future]
Ayo, Rvssian, you're a space cadet with this one
(Ayy, Rvssian)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
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 puttin' 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 mama know
Hit from the back, I stand on my tippy 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

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
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 Reeboks
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