Lirik

Hah, I'm 'bout to talk my shit Brooklyn, what up? M.A nigga, uh I'm on some undefeated shit, now I can't lose (nope) Get in the game, I act a damn fool (uh-huh) Get a mansion out in Cancun, the size of a damn school (yeah) I gotta grind, now I can't snooze That's your bitch but she a fan too (uh-huh) I asked her, "Where your man at?" she said, "My man who?" (who?) Ha-hah, I do shit that you can't do, 'cause nigga I'm the damn truth (the truth) My money long like bamboo (woo) No top on the damn coupe, the haters like, "Damn you" (damn you) Man, shoot if I can't lose just imagine what I can do (uh-huh) I'm at their heads like shampoo (uh-huh) Bitch, I made it like I planned to (yeah) And I'm hot, fuck around and catch a tan too (woh) I ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too (squad) Posted up with the damn crew Ride Lil Live, Real Dayz, Kish, Black Crish, Jay, that's my man too (gang-gang) Big Meech, Tweety Twiz, Bitty Eli, all my niggas out in C.I Yo, Butta that's the fam too (yeah) Them haters mad because I came out the damn blue And murdered everything and everybody in the damn room (ah) Them haters like, "God-damn, I can't stand you" But I just smile back and count money 'til my hands blue (woo) Peep my damn shoes, the shirt and the pants too Partner outfit, but my style is too damn rude I'm the shit, nigga, do you get the damn clue I'm shittin' on her, him, them, y'all and you (uh-huh) I swallow pussy like I can't chew (woo) And I had that bitch goin' to a shock, now she can't move (uh-huh) Le-leave me alone, haters, I ain't in the damn mood (nah) Fuck around and have my face on the damn news (uh-huh) Hit the block, pull-up in somethin' brand-new (skrrt, skrrt) White coupe, red seats, Campbell's canned soup (hah) I don't hang with lames, nah, I'm too damn cool (uh-huh) But I'm on fire in the damn booth I'm the best to ever do it and this here is the damn proof (proof) Got niggas shakin' in their damn boots (ah) 'Cause they can't fuck with me like a bitch with a red cooch (woh) Get it, fuck it, now I'm 'bout to kill it (rah) Niggas wanna do collabs, nah, nigga, I ain't with it 'Cause you trash, and that bullshit you spittin' I ain't feelin' (ah) Grown men hatin' on me, bitch niggas in they feelings (huh) Y'all niggas got a clitoris (huh) Niggas must be on they period (huh) Niggas must be bi-curious (woh) But I don't take you niggas serious Just put that dot on your head, 'cause I don't fuck with you niggas, period Basic ass niggas, old hatin' ass niggas Had a dream they was pursuin', but never made it ass niggas (huh? Huh?) Is that the reason, why you mad? Well you, you and him (uh), y'all sucked the dick I never had (woo) Now I'm takin' niggas bitches (uh-huh), and I'm fuckin' them with a strap (yeah) And send her back home to you (uh-huh), and throw her ass right in the cab (ah) I'm a disrespectful nigga even without the Henny But it's a whole 'nother story when that liquor get up in me (ah) I'm cockin' guns back, and I'm hittin' niggas kidneys Ain't shit 'bout me friendly, got them big B's with me (rrah) I ain't talkin' 'bout them Bentley's I'm talkin' 'bout them niggas that walk around with them semis That'll pop you for them pennies, nigga Hah Yo, listen I'm tired of these fuckin' grown ass men hatin' on me, man Grown ass niggas actin' like a fuckin' bunch of birds, nigga It's M.A., nigga, I'm here, deal with it I'm the best to do this shit Fuck all the other niggas out there, I don't give a fuck Brooklyn, what up? Hah Remember the name, nigga Remember my motherfuckin' name, nigga M.A., hah
Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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