MMP

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, okay (Ooh, Sav killed it) Yop, what she say? Ooh, Sav, you tripped, nigga [Chorus] Fuck a Glock, my first gun was an MMP (MMP) Hell nah, you can't buy these 'bows, they goin' to Tennessee I know some niggas throwin' M's, they not MMG (They're not MMG) I know some niggas gettin' money in the Regencies (In the Regencies) [Verse 1] If it's opps in this party, we gon' make 'em leave (Get 'em outta there) Put a belt on them niggas, we gon' make 'em bleed I put them VVs in my mouth, they gon' hate to see (Bling) I don't fuck with fuck niggas, niggas fake to me (Niggas fake) Forty bands the long way look like cake to me (Look like birthday cake) Fast dude in the whip, we ain't chasin' him (We chasin' that nigga) Bitch thought I was passin' my 'Wood, but I'm facin' it (Face it) If I pour this lean with you, you better not waste it (Better not waste it, nigga) She know how to suck dick good and she got braces (She got braces in her) If I spread this whole roll, you gon' see faces, nigga (You gon' see blue faces) In Miami with my jit, he a Haitian nigga (He a Haitian) You ever ran some money up in shoes with no laces, nigga? (Naw, nigga, you ain't never did that) My nigga said he ain't got no— My nigga said he ain't got no money, I'm finna make it with him He asked me should he leave his gun home? You better take it with you (You better take it) Oh, this the last Percocet, I'm finna break it with you (Better break this bitch) [Chorus] Fuck a Glock, my first gun was an MMP (Was an MMP) Hell nah, you can't buy these 'bows, they goin' to Tennessee I know some niggas throwin' M's, they not MMG (They not MMG) I know some niggas gettin' money in the Regencies (Naw, no cap) Fuck a Glock, my first gun was an MMP (No cap) Hell nah, you can't buy these 'bows, they goin' to Tennessee (They goin' down thew ay) I know some niggas throwin' M's, they not MMG I know some niggas gettin' money in the Regencies (No cap, though) [Verse 2] That weed trash, how you know? 'Cause you ain't get it from me (You ain't get it from Gramz) Thirty shots in this Glock 'cause they thirty deep I get these 'bows out from Oakland where Curry be (Where that nigga Curry at) Hit his ass with this Glock stick, it need emergency Get pumps in your shit for disrespect, show some courtesy (Fuck that nigga, man) Broke-ass, aight, okay (Broke-ass nigga) Broke-ass, old-ass nigga, you like thirty-three (You like thirty-three, nigga) Talkin' 'bout he was a dope boy, he went to jail for a burglary She want a nigga with some money 'cause her dad was broke (Her dad was broke as hell) If you ain't tryna run it up, what you trappin' for? You be out here dissin' the dead, what you lackin' for? (Keep quiet, nigga) If you ain't finna shoot that bitch, what you rack it for? (Rack it for) You gon' start gettin' the money when the Pistons ball (What?) A nigga tried to shoot a shot on my block, but he bricked 'em all I put my— (Alright) I put my kids on her tongue, but she licked 'em off (Ugh) We got locked with that, somebody tipped 'em off (Somebody tipped them bitches) This street shit real as hell, don't get tricked off I know a sixteen-year-old gettin' bricks off (Naw, for real) I'm finna shit on everybody 'cause I'm pissed off [Outro] I'ma shit on these dumb-ass niggas, you hear me? Yung Sak Runner, young money getter, nigga, you know what this YSR shit stand for, nigga Better get off of your ass