sob odee – im da man lyrics
[verse]
ayy, i’m the man, uh
biggest general, n+ggas know i send them boys and they gon’ get to you
f+cked him up, he tried to clutch and bust but he ain’t get to shoot
his homie cryin’ on live but ain’t get back, i know that n+gga blue
gassed him up, he died, you change yo’ life, that sh+t been pitiful
i almost popped a hype, it wasn’t my opp, it was a different dude
i ain’t picky, i don’t discriminate, i like how nickel shoot
f+cked her then went ghost, she called my phone like, “boy, that sh+t was rude”
uh huh, 3 a.m., i’m gettin’ fried
they put up, thеy love to hide
it’s too much guns inside this car, you bеtter not play wit’ none of mines
said it’s up then tried to squash the beef, i guess them n+ggas tired
hoes fanned out, askin’ me for sh+t but they can’t even buy it
used to hop on bullsh+t with my guys when i couldn’t get to slidin’
be by myself ’cause everybody be choosin’, i went picked a side
too important, a n+gga said he seen me, had to switch the ride
play sh+t cool but still get wild, don’t make me show my demon side
put my shooters to the test
make they ass earn my respect
told ’em, “hold and aim it high, so when you blow you tap a neck”
got a switch but he ain’t got no car, his ass a walkin’ threat
got off my ass, ran up a bag, it’s proof that i’m a walkin’ check
they took pook and p, it’s cool ’cause we gon’ make a mess
catch one of they ass up on that block and make them pay for that
police on my ass ’cause they seen foe’nem got the bestest sh+t
we stretchin’ sh+t wit’ dracs and f&ns, ’cause we don’t play wit’ tecs, uh
if it’s up, just let me know ’cause i’m gon’ press the issue
have them hotheads come and get you
.308’s, they go through tissue
got all type of sh+t, they lucky we don’t own a missile
m.o.s., my glock can take a sight, it’s gon’ be hard to miss you
opps, they duckin’ rec’, they ass be out here scared to hoop
ask them n+ggas, every time they called me, i wasn’t scared to shoot
you can’t try my b+tch ’cause she legit, she stay prepared to shoot
i’ll have my mexicans get on yo’ ass for a new pair of boots, uh
left his homie on the curb
beef wit’ us, you got some nerve
i stopped sellin’ weed, my opp, he almost died while tryna serve
he a goofy, we sold him out his gun and sent him to the ‘burbs
sit back and peep a lot of sh+t, just hold it in, don’t say a word
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