[Intro: ItsManMan]
Hm, nigga, I'm the hardest youngin out, nigga
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
Call Tanesha, tell her bring her friend, I need a threeway
Just hit a bitch in San Andreas, I feel like CJ
You ain't a P if you don't make her walk until her feet stank
Ain't Grape Tree, put it's purple what my jeans say
Nigga, I'm the hardest out the East, and that's on God, nigga
He talk for nothin', dog a bitch, we call him Taj Gibson
Curtis Jackson sittin' in the chop, I'm 'bout to rob 50
Most of these niggas rap actors, he got five Emmys
Detroit nigga, check my last name, I got G.O.A.T. status
Spent his live savings on a belt, he a broke bragger
Nigga, this ain't 2009, why your clothes baggy?
I tried to leave this one bitch, but her throat grabbed mе
Wait, hold on, nigga, where you from? Throw it up
Hm, if he throw up thе wrong thing, then I'ma choke him up
Nigga, that is not a bankroll if you can fold it up
I call his ass Ben Lids 'cause he broke as fuck
What P say? You catch me down two, then I'm scorin' three
I'm never hatin' on my mans if he got more than me
Bitch say she don't do ho shit, well, you a whore to me
Put it on, bitch, I'm too fly, the plane board me
Talkin' crazy, when you see 'em out, they be shook, hm
I'm the MVP now, fuck a rook
Thick bitch, I just hit her from the side like a hook
He like, "Damn, ManMan, why you take my bitch?" Because she looked, hm
He apologized, don't give a fuck, I'm still whackin' dude
I'ma smack his bitch, too, 'cause she was actin' rude
It ain't no competition 'round me, you outrappin' who?
You a rat, I heard about your mans, he be rattin' too
Hm, yeah, shoutout BeBe kid, I looked up to him
This bitch head super weak, but she still fuck cool
My nigga always keep that can on him like a drum dude
I just put my balls between her legs, I feel like Unc' Drew
Hm, nigga, I'm the hardest youngin out, nigga
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
Call Tanesha, tell her bring her friend, I need a threeway
Just hit a bitch in San Andreas, I feel like CJ
You ain't a P if you don't make her walk until her feet stank
Ain't Grape Tree, put it's purple what my jeans say
Nigga, I'm the hardest out the East, and that's on God, nigga
He talk for nothin', dog a bitch, we call him Taj Gibson
Curtis Jackson sittin' in the chop, I'm 'bout to rob 50
Most of these niggas rap actors, he got five Emmys
Detroit nigga, check my last name, I got G.O.A.T. status
Spent his live savings on a belt, he a broke bragger
Nigga, this ain't 2009, why your clothes baggy?
I tried to leave this one bitch, but her throat grabbed mе
Wait, hold on, nigga, where you from? Throw it up
Hm, if he throw up thе wrong thing, then I'ma choke him up
Nigga, that is not a bankroll if you can fold it up
I call his ass Ben Lids 'cause he broke as fuck
What P say? You catch me down two, then I'm scorin' three
I'm never hatin' on my mans if he got more than me
Bitch say she don't do ho shit, well, you a whore to me
Put it on, bitch, I'm too fly, the plane board me
Talkin' crazy, when you see 'em out, they be shook, hm
I'm the MVP now, fuck a rook
Thick bitch, I just hit her from the side like a hook
He like, "Damn, ManMan, why you take my bitch?" Because she looked, hm
He apologized, don't give a fuck, I'm still whackin' dude
I'ma smack his bitch, too, 'cause she was actin' rude
It ain't no competition 'round me, you outrappin' who?
You a rat, I heard about your mans, he be rattin' too
Hm, yeah, shoutout BeBe kid, I looked up to him
This bitch head super weak, but she still fuck cool
My nigga always keep that can on him like a drum dude
I just put my balls between her legs, I feel like Unc' Drew
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