Mannn
Ayy
Nigga f*ck the industry
Where my real opp killers
That be in the streets
All my old friends them niggas turned to enemies
But I ain't trippin come
And try I gotta blik on me
Ayy
Y'all niggas keep on dick suckin
Y'all niggas gay
Ion take nobody style
I ride my own f*ckin wave
Phone keep on ringin
Hitting play after play
Told the bitch that I'm payin for the pussy
But I ain't I turn right to melly
You ain't fam you gettin snaked
Put yo ass on the menu
I can get your ass ate
I know they mad as f*ck that
I'm doin what they can't
I ain't dropped in a minute
Good fetty, make em faint
All my niggas drawin shit
With them switches they gon paint
Brody grab 40,000
He done brung out the bank
Them niggas broke as hell
They can't put 20 in they tank
Ain't no guns in the joint
So I pick me up and shank
I got pull on the south
You can ask I got rank
Put that switchy to they ass
Like they momma get em spanked
Ion like when Brody sip
Cause he be slippin off the drank
All my opps keep on fishin
Till they swimmin in the lake
And why niggass keep on sneak dissin
Let em send another lo
We goin opp huntin
Got my lil slime with me
He gon pop sumn
How you sign to a label
But ain't drop nun
Glocky never switched on me
But it got a button on it
Baby ass fatter from the back
Lemme come up on it
I never lack without the blick
So come and run up on me
Brody pop ten perc tens
He A rich junkie
F*ck a good morning
Lil nigga get some money
I just bought a glizzy
And it came with a button
Went to sleep broke last night
And woke up with a hunnit
Don't pick me on no flyer
You ain't pay me I ain't comin
My bitch ask me when I'm comin home
Bae I'm dumpin
I still got the woo for the cheap
Brah it's nothin
They sippin Green Lean
Niggas f*ckin up they stomach
I can't even leave the office for a minute
Cause it's jumpin
They show fake love and then turn quick
You wanna hustle
I can show you how to earn quick
Take you back to school
Cause you ain't never learned shit
If you owe pay me
Before I get on my big worm shit
I bought sum dope
I'm bouta break a whole piece off
Cocaine cowboy
I'm talkin Yee haw
In the kitchen cookin up
Yea this that re-raw
I ain't with that back and forth
Yeah I'ma come see y'all
Cause they a stab you in your back
Then take yo position
Gotta show love
Just to get some recognition
Strapped up so I ain't runnin out of ammunition
Made myself a boss
I ain't gotta ask for permission
In the kitchen
I'm bouta cook a whole boulder
Turn one into two
I love to cook it over
Got no limits with this hustle
Cause I'm a real soldier
Apply pressure and
You gon need some real closure
The bag touchdown came from the DR
When it's time to slide
We gon pull up in like three cars
Put that on my soul
You ain't gon make it out the ER
In the field for real
Yea this a new scar
Twenty bands in my pocket
I could buy a new car
Rollin off a bean
I just took another blue bar
Real street nigga
Yeah certified trap star
Got it out the mud
Yea it started in my backyard
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Mannn
Ayy
Nigga f*ck the industry
Where my real opp killers
That be in the streets
All my old friends them niggas turned to enemies
But I ain't trippin come
And try I gotta blik on me
Ayy
Y'all niggas keep on dick suckin
Y'all niggas gay
Ion take nobody style
I ride my own f*ckin wave
Phone keep on ringin
Hitting play after play
Told the bitch that I'm payin for the pussy
But I ain't I turn right to melly
You ain't fam you gettin snaked
Put yo ass on the menu
I can get your ass ate
I know they mad as f*ck that
I'm doin what they can't
I ain't dropped in a minute
Good fetty, make em faint
All my niggas drawin shit
With them switches they gon paint
Brody grab 40,000
He done brung out the bank
Them niggas broke as hell
They can't put 20 in they tank
Ain't no guns in the joint
So I pick me up and shank
I got pull on the south
You can ask I got rank
Put that switchy to they ass
Like they momma get em spanked
Ion like when Brody sip
Cause he be slippin off the drank
All my opps keep on fishin
Till they swimmin in the lake
And why niggass keep on sneak dissin
Let em send another lo
We goin opp huntin
Got my lil slime with me
He gon pop sumn
How you sign to a label
But ain't drop nun
Glocky never switched on me
But it got a button on it
Baby ass fatter from the back
Lemme come up on it
I never lack without the blick
So come and run up on me
Brody pop ten perc tens
He A rich junkie
F*ck a good morning
Lil nigga get some money
I just bought a glizzy
And it came with a button
Went to sleep broke last night
And woke up with a hunnit
Don't pick me on no flyer
You ain't pay me I ain't comin
My bitch ask me when I'm comin home
Bae I'm dumpin
I still got the woo for the cheap
Brah it's nothin
They sippin Green Lean
Niggas f*ckin up they stomach
I can't even leave the office for a minute
Cause it's jumpin
They show fake love and then turn quick
You wanna hustle
I can show you how to earn quick
Take you back to school
Cause you ain't never learned shit
If you owe pay me
Before I get on my big worm shit
I bought sum dope
I'm bouta break a whole piece off
Cocaine cowboy
I'm talkin Yee haw
In the kitchen cookin up
Yea this that re-raw
I ain't with that back and forth
Yeah I'ma come see y'all
Cause they a stab you in your back
Then take yo position
Gotta show love
Just to get some recognition
Strapped up so I ain't runnin out of ammunition
Made myself a boss
I ain't gotta ask for permission
In the kitchen
I'm bouta cook a whole boulder
Turn one into two
I love to cook it over
Got no limits with this hustle
Cause I'm a real soldier
Apply pressure and
You gon need some real closure
The bag touchdown came from the DR
When it's time to slide
We gon pull up in like three cars
Put that on my soul
You ain't gon make it out the ER
In the field for real
Yea this a new scar
Twenty bands in my pocket
I could buy a new car
Rollin off a bean
I just took another blue bar
Real street nigga
Yeah certified trap star
Got it out the mud
Yea it started in my backyard
Ayy
Nigga f*ck the industry
Where my real opp killers
That be in the streets
All my old friends them niggas turned to enemies
But I ain't trippin come
And try I gotta blik on me
Ayy
Y'all niggas keep on dick suckin
Y'all niggas gay
Ion take nobody style
I ride my own f*ckin wave
Phone keep on ringin
Hitting play after play
Told the bitch that I'm payin for the pussy
But I ain't I turn right to melly
You ain't fam you gettin snaked
Put yo ass on the menu
I can get your ass ate
I know they mad as f*ck that
I'm doin what they can't
I ain't dropped in a minute
Good fetty, make em faint
All my niggas drawin shit
With them switches they gon paint
Brody grab 40,000
He done brung out the bank
Them niggas broke as hell
They can't put 20 in they tank
Ain't no guns in the joint
So I pick me up and shank
I got pull on the south
You can ask I got rank
Put that switchy to they ass
Like they momma get em spanked
Ion like when Brody sip
Cause he be slippin off the drank
All my opps keep on fishin
Till they swimmin in the lake
And why niggass keep on sneak dissin
Let em send another lo
We goin opp huntin
Got my lil slime with me
He gon pop sumn
How you sign to a label
But ain't drop nun
Glocky never switched on me
But it got a button on it
Baby ass fatter from the back
Lemme come up on it
I never lack without the blick
So come and run up on me
Brody pop ten perc tens
He A rich junkie
F*ck a good morning
Lil nigga get some money
I just bought a glizzy
And it came with a button
Went to sleep broke last night
And woke up with a hunnit
Don't pick me on no flyer
You ain't pay me I ain't comin
My bitch ask me when I'm comin home
Bae I'm dumpin
I still got the woo for the cheap
Brah it's nothin
They sippin Green Lean
Niggas f*ckin up they stomach
I can't even leave the office for a minute
Cause it's jumpin
They show fake love and then turn quick
You wanna hustle
I can show you how to earn quick
Take you back to school
Cause you ain't never learned shit
If you owe pay me
Before I get on my big worm shit
I bought sum dope
I'm bouta break a whole piece off
Cocaine cowboy
I'm talkin Yee haw
In the kitchen cookin up
Yea this that re-raw
I ain't with that back and forth
Yeah I'ma come see y'all
Cause they a stab you in your back
Then take yo position
Gotta show love
Just to get some recognition
Strapped up so I ain't runnin out of ammunition
Made myself a boss
I ain't gotta ask for permission
In the kitchen
I'm bouta cook a whole boulder
Turn one into two
I love to cook it over
Got no limits with this hustle
Cause I'm a real soldier
Apply pressure and
You gon need some real closure
The bag touchdown came from the DR
When it's time to slide
We gon pull up in like three cars
Put that on my soul
You ain't gon make it out the ER
In the field for real
Yea this a new scar
Twenty bands in my pocket
I could buy a new car
Rollin off a bean
I just took another blue bar
Real street nigga
Yeah certified trap star
Got it out the mud
Yea it started in my backyard
Writer: Martino Sewell
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