mans up

Lyrics

[Chorus] Show me to the plug I'ma need some friends I'll never pass to you aye, I'm geeked till the end I ain' never lookin' for no handouts This lil bitch is hella fanned out Huh, I do not pop out- Alone, I got the clan out I know real niggas that don't rap Lil freak bitch want cognac He talkin' shit, we onnat You say you got it bitch? Then send the racks She givin' top and it's in a mask My ese's? I'll send em packs Like I produce, yea I'll send a pack .... Like I produce, I'll send a pack I ain' smoking Za, I'm smoking Thrax Keep it lowkey, bitch I got them racks That bitch broke and she hella fat Aye free the gang, that nigga sеt [Verse] It's M.O.B. nigga, fuck a gnat Nigga 7th grade, we was stealin' hats You's a fuckеn lame, I ain' feelin' that Keep on talkin' shit, bitch i'm killin that Wait fuck what you sayin, I ain' hearin' that Them niggas keep talm bout puttin' them niggas on the news? Nigga i ain' fearin' that These niggas be stealin' the swag, i'm just like "damn nigga, I ain' cleared that" I saw that black and white nigga, I can respect it, but I ain't near that I'm livin' on this but i'm to a bag I bought that bih jeans wit a buddha tag (Huh) Rob who? Nigga bodybag! Nigga kill who? I ain' on that Bitch i'm up, posted with a Glock attached On the west coast, with them palm trees Nigga i'm too high, get up off me Nigga's gon sell a story, they be funny I might send the bitch, cause she bummy That bitch go on lyin' saying that she know me That bitch gon' lie, tell her that she on one But I ain' gon lie bitch, your pussy buggin I'm gon' make it get hot like brodie I'm gon' make it hot like bro [Chorus] Show me to the plug I'ma need some friends I'll never pass to you aye, I'm geeked till the end I ain' never lookin' for no handouts This lil bitch is hella fanned out Huh, I do not pop out- Alone, I got the clan out I know real niggas that don't rap Lil freak bitch want cognac He talkin' shit, we onnat You say you got it bitch? Then send the racks She givin' top and it's in a mask My ese's? I'll send em packs Like I produce, yea I'll send a pack .... Like I produce, I'll send a pack I ain' smoking Za, I'm smoking Thrax Keep it lowkey, bitch I got them racks That bitch broke and she hella fat Aye free the gang, that nigga set [Outro] (Haha, what the f—?) (THE AFFILIATES NIGGA!) (Trap or MF die man)