Manners

Lyrics

[Intro] You ain't never bumped into the gang on a glide Now we're combining bine (M1OnTheBeat) One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms Manners and let the old lady pass (Manners, huh) (Bow-bow, cool) [Verse] You ain't never bumped into the gang on a glide Now we're combining bine I couldn't rap no lies I can drive or I'll be in the back with mine One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms Manners and let the old lady pass Always have manners, why you talking? We always had hammers In summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping Might think you're a yardman, when you link him, bring him a dragon My young boy ain't a booter, he's got friends, he's bringing me talent I see bro with one on his waist, one in hand Step with a hammer, the first time I saw me the running man All mad when the four-door span I bet he had other plans Empty the clip, then I got on the phone to Johnny Dang A hundred bands for the utter I could've bought Dior runners Putting them LV stunners, drill out the flats then sleep in the suburbs You rap it, I really had bricks in the cupboards Trapo really had bricks in the cupboards The pins all feeble, click that now, I got pins and needles Send that boy to the docks, see him again, it's recall When we tried turn that pack, didn't know about Cali was sour diesel Don't know what it is, but it's sounding lethal B, you know about the G-L-E Me and bro slapped two spinners Spent six, it was three on three It's funny when you do it for the vlogs, but you end up on BBC I'm with B on math and P-M-P Pree on snap tryna do enjoyment, vet they come back recoiling Grease it, oil it, walk in the dance, go straight to the toilet Check it's live, four got him petrified, hope he don't testify Loving this brand new bine, spin it at night like Snoochie Shy Circle two three times, four show bikes, smoother drive Brick on the way, through the Uber price Broken handle, glue that tight How we gonna step with a mop, who's got a guitar case? Let it all lock with a bosch, you're gonna get rich that way Bro tryna hold the top, don't hold the blick that way Do it in this Dior top, ruin the drip that way [Outro] You ain't never bunked with the gang on a glide Now we're combining bine I couldn't tell no lies Like a driver, I'll be in the back with mine (M1OnTheBeat) One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms Manners and let the old lady pass Always had manners, why you talking? We always had hammers In summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping Might think your a yardman, when you link him, bring him a dragon My young boy ain't a booter, he's got friends, he's bringing me talent