JUISE - AMM Lyrics

(R4W Whistle)
I woulda came back for you
I don't care if you come back
Bitch I ain't mad at you
Cuz we be making money trappin on the avenue
And I got three bitches right by me and they bad as you (huh yea)
But they ain't mad as you
And right after that bitch suck me
Tell her that'll do
And that bitch still gone f*ck me
F*ck what her dad gone do
Yelling in my face, laugh and put the strap on you (aye)

Well here's goes nothing
Sticking to the scripts I'm bussin scrips they make assumptions
Bitch I really came up off the block, my blood pumping
Cuz them fools just pulled up right now and started dumping
Wearing every chain when I sleep, came from nothing
Bout to face this whole wood pussy boy ain't finna pass
I know that bitch no good, still tryna tap that ass
Imma tap that ass, shake that shit and do it fast
Tryna record my ass so I had to wear a mask
She be gettin to them bands, and she
Peyton Mann with the motherf*ckin pass
Pass the Glock to me when I'm in a jam
Make em disappear I'm a minuteman
Yeah they want me dead, talk bout many men
They some mini men
Bouta get dizzy again from all the spinny spin-ning
Diamond chains that's for all the win-ning
Bouta put that chop stick on his crimson chinny chin
Bouta make em Pooh himself like his name is Winnie, when? (What? Hahaha)
(R4W whistle)
(This shit too easy)
(Pussy, I was gonna take that shit out)
(Yall needa step this shit up, but f*ck it)

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic on my bro hip, so who can you call?
R4W put the money up I'm risking it all
Thought I told you that we already stacking it tall
Got the VVS for the diamonds bitch you can't see a flaw
Said she want it like my chain, that bitch wanna go R4W
(Said she want it like my chain that bitch wanna go raw)

I woulda came back for you
Trappin on the Avenue
Had me like a strap or two
I can't even be mad at you
R4W we walked up in this bitch better grab your boo
This Glocky got a switchy on it feeling like a broom
Hit a boom once and it empty out the room
Bouta hit his graveside, pissin on his tomb
I don't ever write, they say I'm the white Tune
Freestyling off the top that's for all my tunes
I be off the mud in the trap with my goons
I been trippin been a minute since I talked to em
Say they want smoke, get they whole life ruined
R4W bitch stay tuned