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RMS Marr

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Uh, yeah, uh, uh
Bow, wow, bow, uh, bow
Let's go
It's too many niggas that I gotta spin
I'ma hop out the truck and go get me a win
I be geekin' to slide, I'll shoot an FN
If you diss in a song, we gon' spin it again
If you not RMS, don't be callin' me twin
Better not call me cousin, I'm dracin' my kin
I got bags of that thunder, that shit comin' in
He went live on his rip so we spinnin his bin
How you sit on a house in a muhfuckin' fishbowl?
What you make in a month, bitch I make that shit tenfold
Load this drac up with .308s, breakin' his wishbone
You don't wanna be a target of mine, bitch I hit those
They get me in the room and I bet that I won't fold
Bitches really be dirty, you worried bout the wrong hoes
This drac that I got smackin' niggas down stone cold
I'm snaking him out, I don't care 'bout the bro code
Get hit with a switch, its gon' leave his ass crucified
If you hop in this car, better know that it's do or die
Diss on the mob, that's like committing suicide
Tryn' be in the mix but that nigga got threw aside
It ain''t no nigga taking me down, they just running they mouth
Drac gang, taking shit down from the north to the south
You think that you bout it, I'll show you what RMS 'bout
We get the drop, we a couple of minutes in route
Nigga, we ain't that far, we'll pull up and drop shit
Them niggas tried slidin, they pulled up, got stopped quick
Got twin to the side of me, me and bro, locked in
Bodies and bags, bitch, you know what I'm on
I don't care where we at, bitch, I put that shit on
I hop out with that fat shit, I'm tryna harm you
Niggas keep cappin', they know what I'm on to
It ain't no more dissin', come show me what's up
Oh, they havin' a party? It's gettin' shot up
I don't murder for free, I'ma get me some bucks
I'ma drop him in public, I don't give a f*ck
Said you duckin' a switch, well I'm testin' your luck
I come swingin' this P, nigga, you better duck
I'm fuckin' his op, bitch, she wanna suck
Nigga think this shit sweet, get his lil ass plucked
It's too many niggas that I gotta spin
I'ma hop out the truck and go get me a win
I be geekin' to slide, I'll shoot an FN
If you diss in a song, we gon' spin it again
If you not RMS, don't be callin' me twin
Better not call me cousin, I'm dracin' my kin
I got bags of that thunder, that shit comin' in
He went live on his rip so we spinnin his bin
How you sit on a house in a muhfuckin' fishbowl?
What you make in a month, bitch I make that shit tenfold
Load this drac up with .308s, breakin' his wishbone
You don't wanna be a target of mine, bitch I hit those
They get me in the room and I bet that I won't fold
Bitches really be dirty, you worried bout the wrong hoes
This drac that I got smackin' niggas down stone cold
I'm snaking him out, I don't care 'bout the bro code

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