tooly? - 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 b+tch is h+lla fanned out
huh, i do not pop out+
alone, i got the clan out
i know real n+ggas that don’t rap
lil freak b+tch want cognac
he talkin’ sh+t, we onnat
you say you got it b+tch? 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, b+tch i got them racks
that b+tch broke and she h+lla fat
aye free the gang, that n+gga sеt
[verse]
it’s m.o.b. n+gga, f+ck a gnat
n+gga 7th grade, we was stealin’ hats
you’s a f+ckеn lame, i ain’ feelin’ that
keep on talkin’ sh+t, b+tch i’m k!llin that
wait f+ck what you sayin, i ain’ hearin’ that
them n+ggas keep talm bout puttin’ them n+ggas on the news?
n+gga i ain’ fearin’ that
these n+ggas be stealin’ the swag, i’m just like “d+mn n+gga, i ain’ cleared that”
i saw that black and white n+gga, 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? n+gga bodybag!
n+gga k!ll who? i ain’ on that
b+tch i’m up, posted with a glock attached
on the west coast, with them palm trees
n+gga i’m too high, get up off me
n+gga’s gon sell a story, they be funny
i might send the b+tch, cause she bummy
that b+tch go on lyin’ saying that she know me
that b+tch gon’ lie, tell her that she on one
but i ain’ gon lie b+tch, your p+ssy 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 b+tch is h+lla fanned out
huh, i do not pop out+
alone, i got the clan out
i know real n+ggas that don’t rap
lil freak b+tch want cognac
he talkin’ sh+t, we onnat
you say you got it b+tch? 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, b+tch i got them racks
that b+tch broke and she h+lla fat
aye free the gang, that n+gga set
[outro]
(haha, what the f—?)
(the affiliates n+gga!)
(trap or mf die man)
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