Be A Man

(Hmm) hmm, hmm

Ah (Ah, huh)

You can have her, I don't need her

I got me and I got these Roxies

Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo)

Midnight Blue Maserati

Boy, while I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'll cock it

Put 'em on a big screen, "Good Luck Charlie"

Huh, do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Yeah)

We got everything, a lot of dope (Yeah)

Pour a nigga out almost every day (Ay)

I was locked up and I couldn't cry (Cry)

KyKy died and I take the risk so it gon' take time (Yeah, ooh)

Huh, huh

How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed?

Ha, I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (Job)

And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France

Smoke mad runtz, nigga, hola (Uh)

I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)

And my mama never think I'd be a man

Hit him in the leg, he'll never walk again, huh

She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands

She like to get fucked, on the big bed

Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end

Y'all niggas better stop that reaching

So damn high, I can't come down, huh (Uh)

He can't be BL, he a clown (Grr-beat, bleh)

You finna take me back with that progress

Can I take you back to my projects?

And I fuck her good, her pussy so wet (Wet)

And I fuck good, but I don't have sex (Nah)

I slide that up in the projects (Slide)

Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here (Grrh)

Put a Ajax on it, come correct

Bet they would never beef on the internet (Nah)

I got felonies, no misdemeanor

Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it

And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? (Nope)

I got love for every gun that I tote

You don't mean nothing to me no more

She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull (Nah)

Huh, slaughterhouse, baby, welcome to the slaughterhouse (Beet)

I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down (Beet)

Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick)

Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now (Huh)

Hate me, but I respect that (Yeah)

She hates me, but let's address that (Hah)

Head down, do you stay there? (There)

Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door (Door)

And it bang gang, double round drum (Yuh)

It's a fifty on 'em, equal a hundo' (Huh)

She said I'm a lowlife, she think I don't know (Yeah)

I be stopping shit, they got the roll-roll

And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44 (Ha)

Baby, woah, real damn 'oso (Hey, hey, hey)

Put 'em on a big screen, "Good Luck Charlie"

Huh, do you want drank or do you want Xans?

We got everything, a lot of dope

Pour a nigga out almost every day

I was locked up and I couldn't cry

KyKy died and I take the risk so it gon' take time (Ooh)

Huh, huh

How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed?

Ha, I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (Job)

And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France

Smoke mad runtz, nigga, hola (Uh)

I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)

And my mama never think I'd be a man