Be A Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, huh, huh You can have her, I don't need her I got me and I got these Roxies (Roxies) Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo) ('sabi) Midnight Blue Maserati Boy, I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'm cocky (Cocky) [Chorus] Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank) We got everything, a lot of dope Pour a nigga out almost every day I was locked up and I couldn't cry KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed) I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job) And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank) And my mama never think I'd be a man [Verse] Hit him in the leg, can't never walk again, huh She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands She gotta get fucked on a big bed Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end Y'all niggas better stop that reaching So damn high, I can't come down, huh He can't be BL, he a clown (Brtt, brtt, brtt) You finna take me back with that progress Can I take you back to my projects? I fuck her good, her pussy so wet I fuck her good but I don't have sex Slide her all up in the projects Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here Put an Ajax on it, come correct Baby Whoa never beefing on the internet I got felonies, no misdemeanor Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? (Nope) I got love for every gun that I tote You don't mean nothing to me no more She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull Huh, slaughter house, baby welcome to the slaughter house I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick) Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now Hate me, but I respect that She hates me, but let's address that Head down, just stay down Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door And it's bang gang, double round drum It's a fifty on 'em, equal a hundo' She tellin' them lies, she think I don't know I be stopping shit, they got the wrong whoa And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44 Baby Whoa, real damn 'oso [Chorus] Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank) We got everything, a lot of dope Pour a nigga out almost every day I was locked up and I couldn't cry KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed) I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job) And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank) And my mama never think I'd be a man