Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
Im running in cold
Invading your shows
Big homie Vago on go
Puto dont get sewed
We from IV yeah these foos already know
And ill still get down on ready, set, and go
And if bullets come spraying then we gotta get low
Out here im paranoid dawg i gotta stay ten toed
If the police ask questions then we wont disclose
Robbers in all black homie like we crows
Riding in armored trucks like im the president
Bitch im the shit i thought that it was evident
You a dumb lil foo you lack intelligence
My rhyme scheme's so elegant bitch im the motherf*cking methodist
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
This foo still owes me a fade
But he a lame
He hid in class but then he still claiming that he bang
He got big lips boy built like an orangutan
This bitch a fake he tryna play the role like he was in a play
Me and the homies making big plays
This blade cuts skin like if it was a f*cking crochet
Free Chucky and that aint no game
Free Giant he giving doomsday
Get chopped we'll turn you to a motherf*cking purée
Have your homie screaming may day, may day
Man down
Pick your mans up
Before we go and he gets stomped out
Have him rethinking decisions he went the wrong route
He shouldn't have gone on that mission cause now he knocked out
After this f*cking beating he'll probably want out
I told that bitch to bend over then i blew her back out
Real shit my brothers will have your mothers mourning
Just listen to my warning dont f*ck with the bad south
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
JM600 - MayDay Lyrics
JM600 - MayDay Lyrics
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Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
Im running in cold
Invading your shows
Big homie Vago on go
Puto dont get sewed
We from IV yeah these foos already know
And ill still get down on ready, set, and go
And if bullets come spraying then we gotta get low
Out here im paranoid dawg i gotta stay ten toed
If the police ask questions then we wont disclose
Robbers in all black homie like we crows
Riding in armored trucks like im the president
Bitch im the shit i thought that it was evident
You a dumb lil foo you lack intelligence
My rhyme scheme's so elegant bitch im the motherf*cking methodist
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
This foo still owes me a fade
But he a lame
He hid in class but then he still claiming that he bang
He got big lips boy built like an orangutan
This bitch a fake he tryna play the role like he was in a play
Me and the homies making big plays
This blade cuts skin like if it was a f*cking crochet
Free Chucky and that aint no game
Free Giant he giving doomsday
Get chopped we'll turn you to a motherf*cking purée
Have your homie screaming may day, may day
Man down
Pick your mans up
Before we go and he gets stomped out
Have him rethinking decisions he went the wrong route
He shouldn't have gone on that mission cause now he knocked out
After this f*cking beating he'll probably want out
I told that bitch to bend over then i blew her back out
Real shit my brothers will have your mothers mourning
Just listen to my warning dont f*ck with the bad south
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
Im running in cold
Invading your shows
Big homie Vago on go
Puto dont get sewed
We from IV yeah these foos already know
And ill still get down on ready, set, and go
And if bullets come spraying then we gotta get low
Out here im paranoid dawg i gotta stay ten toed
If the police ask questions then we wont disclose
Robbers in all black homie like we crows
Riding in armored trucks like im the president
Bitch im the shit i thought that it was evident
You a dumb lil foo you lack intelligence
My rhyme scheme's so elegant bitch im the motherf*cking methodist
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
This foo still owes me a fade
But he a lame
He hid in class but then he still claiming that he bang
He got big lips boy built like an orangutan
This bitch a fake he tryna play the role like he was in a play
Me and the homies making big plays
This blade cuts skin like if it was a f*cking crochet
Free Chucky and that aint no game
Free Giant he giving doomsday
Get chopped we'll turn you to a motherf*cking purée
Have your homie screaming may day, may day
Man down
Pick your mans up
Before we go and he gets stomped out
Have him rethinking decisions he went the wrong route
He shouldn't have gone on that mission cause now he knocked out
After this f*cking beating he'll probably want out
I told that bitch to bend over then i blew her back out
Real shit my brothers will have your mothers mourning
Just listen to my warning dont f*ck with the bad south
Tryna turn around my mommas frown
Tryna go somewhere out of town
On my grind I cant slip up now
I got momentum homie i cant slow down
These lames all talking soft now
I swear you were talking all loud
You hiding as if youre on lockdown
I know these foos aint bout shit theyre a bunch clowns
Writer: Joshua Morales
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