Yeah
Haha, Im the man, ayy
Esso
Yeah, I say, Im the man, ayy
Ayy, ayy, gang
Pop pop birdies pop pop pop gang grah bang gang gang bang gang
Yeah
Why you say you run your block? nigga they say you dont run it 
Brought some for your partner, just in case you dont want it 
Sneak the quarterback, just in case he gon run it 
Told that lil hoe no, just in case she want money 
In my 50 Cent, bitch I get free throw money 
Rob em for them chips, skrt skrt, Fredo comin 
She stay in West Hollywood, she got pink Armani 
We dont fuck with snakes, got a banger, this Regal comin 
I dont wanna talk so dont call me bitch 
He duckin’ the smoke, call him Smokey bitch 
Fool in the mall, got sandals bitch 
Make it skinny likе aunty Tammer bitch 
They dont understand a nigga grammar 
Pull up on еm, I feel like Im Rambo 
I stay on alert like an amber 
We aint gotta do that shit in front of the camera 
She aint know a beast could be handsome 
I dont know Nina but you can sir 
I dont wanna run like a hamster 
I be in the grass like a camper 
For them dirty hoes, I got the hamper 
For this type of shit, I got the pampers 
You aint a sych, you aint got the answers 
Boom bitch, my last name is Blamster 
This that trap shit 
You aint never hear this in the club at six 
Never got clapped with a mack stick 
Twelve in a litter like cat shit 
School called moms cause I was absent 
You know I got about fifty in a magic sticks 
Shawty nem still be on that savage shit 
Used to steal out corner stores, just grabbin shit 
Aint gotta say nun, I just bag a bitch 
Grab the bodybag and I bag a bitch 
She got some pretty toes, Ima tag the bitch 
Like Michael Lopez, she on that extra shit 
Sippin all this mud, Im on my Texas shit 
Shittin on my opps, I know they extra pissed 
Contemplating on should they drop an extra diss 
Do they ass dirty in they freshest fit 
Kick them hoes out, we finna blast some shit 
Whatever you do brody, just dont crash this bitch 
Oh you like Ninas? well come give her a kiss 
You the type of nigga that be scared of a bitch 
Tadoe got caught in Toronto with six sticks 
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Thats a Mossberg 
Not a mockin bird 
Thats the dragon breath 
Sound like a hummin bird 
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Thats my phone ringin 
Dont even worry about it 
Tryna tell me some 
Already heard about it 
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Thats a Urus truck 
When its backin up 
Boy, you full of shit 
And its backin up 
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Thats that cash counter
Made in Pakistan 
You get money too 
Nigga thats whats up
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Thats that ambulance
Cause you run up on me
Somebody set you off 
Somebody got you off 
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Real niggas get caught too
They get hit with my boo
Niggas tryna get my scoot
Thats why I gave em three scoops