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daboii - no manners lyrics

[intro: daboii]
(thank you, fizzle)
yeah, see an opp, drop the whole dub (smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[verse 1: daboii]
n+gga, i ain’t got no manners in this b+tch
yeah, see an opp, drop the whole dub
yeah, boy, you better not panic in this whip
yeah, head high, n+gga, nose up
opps always postin’ on the ‘gram, never post up
and i’ll get your main mans gone, go and post bruh
n+gga, when my lil’ bro died, i ain’t post nothin’
we was slidin’ down the opps’ block on a ghost hunt
n+gga talkin’ ’bout that he a slime, why your nose run?
i ain’t even have my gun, why your folks run?
dumb n+gga, that is not a glock, that’s a ghost gun
opp n+gga thought i went broke, then he woke up
n+gga, that is not a bald fade, that’s a bowl cut
n+ggas always askin’ for a favor like i owe somethin’
this n+gga hit every single ‘wood, he ain’t roll one
and i’ll hit your b+tch in your bed, n+gga, so what?
slid down my block and got hit, he had no luck
the lil’ b+tch tried to throw it back, she had no buns
i can’t do a song with you, n+gga, you got no buzz
who the f+ck this lil’ n+gga is? i don’t know cuz
yeah, i ain’t got no manners in this b+tch
she open doors up for me, got no manners with the b+tch
n+gga, you ain’t tryna slide, then i’m handlin’ it then
heard the opps in the party, d+mn near ran up in that b+tch
diss who? diss the gang, gotta stand up on that sh+t
pull up to an opp grave, get to standin’ on that sh+t
touch who? touch me? you lose the hand up off your wrist
won’t stand up for your n+ggas, but’ll stand up for a b+tch, on the gang, n+gga
[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
yeah, i ain’t got no manners in this b+tch
pull out the ace of spades with the whole club
we all know that i snuck hammer in this b+tch
mean faces get you k!lled, n+gga, don’t mug
i’m on the block g+ngb+ngin’ with my friends
just bought a chop, i’m tryna spank ’em when we spin
hop in my ride, b+tch, i’m on the road to riches
i do ’em filthy, then start crackin’ on the witness
bottega shoes, but the shirt say marni
rollie watch, but all the bracelets is carti
i’m always passin’ back to back, so you heard of me
smash safe after i leave, mr. burglary
if i go buy chanel, then that’s regular
if they give my brother a bail, hit my cellular
he always penny pinchin’, n+gga, go spend that sh+t
park the wraith in my hood, i’m from the trenches, b+tch

[verse 3: stoneda5th]
glocks since nine, all he know is red rum
he been quiet, he been tryna tape somethin’
n+ggas be subbin’, but they ain’t never did nothin’
angel on my head, it’s gon’ watch me, i’m all alone
tryna do everything i do, them n+ggas clones
pop up in they hood with no jewelry, get ’em gone
if he speak upon my homie, then we on him
say the wrong thing, he a goner
this n+gga mad about a b+tch, i don’t even want her
tell them n+ggas bend block if they want war
unload a whole glock, it cl!ckin’, tryna get more
rich n+ggas in this room, shut the door
[outro: daboii]
bro, i ain’t got no manners in this b+tch
yeah, see an opp, drop the whole dub
boy, you better not panic in this whip
yeah, we see an opp, drop the whole dub
yeah, n+gga, where i’m from, they don’t show love
heard when they start, then it goes up
yeah, pull up on your block where you post up
we’ll put your mans on a poster

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