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itsmanman, ralfy the plug & trucarr – get em mopped lyrics

[intro]
(dazey back again, yeah)
(hombre made the beat, d+mn it)
switch the flow up on these n+ggas

[verse 1: itsmanman]
i’m stinc team, a label wanna sign mе, i need three or more
got a cougar b+tch, she still bad and look like nia long
i heard your gang over there tattletellin’, they couldn’t be the bros
i caught him with his wife, f+ck that, i’m ’bout to beat ’em both
ugh, it was nasty, i cut it, then i’m tragic
long live drakeo, that draco with the ‘wood’ll get to rappin’
n+ggas bums, they still standin’ on the block, b+tch, i’m in cali
b+tch, hollow tips, don’t make me pull ’em out like janet jackson
awful lot of syrup on my hoodie, shoutout desto
f+ck they sayin’? talkin’ crazy’ll get your neck broke
bust on her face, she still got a hold, i told her, “let go”
i’m in the stincs, whole team full of dogs, b+tch, this petco
off the hen’, he tried to run up on me drunk, tryna fight
we ain’t fightin’, b+tch, i’m ’bout to bear arms, miller light
juked his ass, i had played him to the left, he went right
.223s, he had asked for lebron and got mike
[chorus: itsmanman]
she say she want some d+ck, alright, come show me how you work it
i can’t buy no bag, you better not ask me for no birkin
i just finger f+cked a nina, pippy long, gon’ get to squirtin’
she took my soul away, a cold case, it was murder
i’m two steps ahead of these n+ggas, nah, for real
throw the oop up and jam on these n+ggas, i’m shaquille
treat that n+gga bud like some wockhardt, get him spilled
get him dropped, get him mopped, grab that chopper if he squeal

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
i like the way you do that one dance, keep twerkin’
you been rappin’ for a minute, ain’t gettin’ no money, it ain’t workin’
i see y’all lil’ b+tches on the ‘gram with them fake purses
don’t go broke tryna keep up with the plug, it ain’t worth it
them lil’ smash and grabs you doin’ at marshall’s ain’t worth it
i’m ridin’ ’round with double down straps, steve urkel
how you a n+gga, i put sh+lls to your back, now you a turtle
i whipped out and nutted on her face ’cause b+tches fertile
free all the joints that was out here gettin’ vertical
f+ck all my opps that be in them turtle suits
n+gga banged on me and told me his name, i never heard of dude
n+ggas out here thinkin’ they gang ’cause i served ’em juice
the plug

[chorus: itsmanman]
she say she want some d+ck, alright, come show me how you work it
i can’t buy no bag, you better not ask me for no birkin
i just finger f+cked a nina, pippy long, gon’ get to squirtin’
she took my soul away, a cold case, it was murder
i’m two steps ahead of these n+ggas, nah, for real
throw the oop up and jam on these n+ggas, i’m shaquille
treat that n+gga bud like some wockhardt, get him spilled
get him dropped, get him mopped, grab that chopper if he squeal
[verse 3: trucarr]
ayy
twenty+five on them tacos, when you see me, this sh+t for real
we was cool, f+ck them n+ggas, they already showed me how they feel
n+gga, it’s up, but don’t be tryna come approach me in the field
left him stuck, don’t be tryna tell my folks, nothin’ to chill
know he got a clutch, he comin’ through like where that back at?
‘member we was thuggin’ for them dollars, now i’m past that
i could make a freak b+tch give it up, she just taxed that
i done made a broke b+tch hit me up on the cash app
if you wanna f+ck with clocked in, get some money then
she said she ain’t nothin’ like these b+tches, b+tch, you one of them
i got glock up in my bands, i’m with this b+tch doin’ the money dance
come [?] up, ask where the p, that’s if you want a pimp

- itsmanman ralfy the plug trucarr lyrics

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