Man Right Chea

Mmm, man right there

Bitch-ass ****

You know **** be lookin' for me

Holiday season

****, this the demolition (Huh?)

Seven thousand, I bet you come up missin' (Come up missin')

Ain't talkin' food, but I'm in the kitchen

We come with switches, diamonds glisten

Nick coats a ticket, I'm smilin' for the bitches (What's up?)

And Mumu chickened in Zaxby's kitchens, all kinda pictures

Get shot on clock like them baddies, bitches got diamond wristies (Fuck)

Them **** hidin', we fap as mistress, all kinda smithies (Uh-huh)

Bitches pullin' up with them sticks, and they not no fuckin' witches (Ain't no fuckin' witches, ****)

They should know me by now (Nah), and we don't need no fuckin' job

'Cause I brung work to your town (Yeah), and run up thirty, forty thou'

And then mothafucka 'round, Chinese lady doin' my toes

She say, 'Ooh, you smell loud, huh?' (Uh-huh)

The man right ya, I brung my pipe here

Slidin' in the fishbowl, low like Bud Light, yeah (Huh)

It's bricks and it's Cadillac, just like my granddaddy (Uh-huh)

Father had a job, so I ain't stuntin' like my damn daddy (Yeah)

In the town with some white and brown, wanna try this candy (Wanna try this candy?)

This native lady want a Tracy too, that's Fanny Danny (Huh)

I slam you by your fuckin' neck like that **** Randy (Okay, yo)

World order, livin', pushin' water like that bitch Sandy (Huh)

****, but don't get it confused

I do whatever I said in no jumpin' interviews (I'm good)

I punch you in front of your bitch and she can get whooped too (Bitch)

We got all kinda belts like we good at Kung Fu, bitch (Huh)

I'm a substance dealer, huh, baby, I'm that **** (Huh)

Sick of all these fake funny bitches like I'm Cat Williams (Sparky Williams, ****)

And what you gon' do, ****? (Bitch)

I'm like a 30 hood bitch, foldin' them run-through ****

And I was really gettin' active with a curfew, ****, huh (Fuck)

That's at a young age, my pockets fat, I'm dumb paid (Dumb paid, man)

I trap so much, my bitch don't let me go out on a Sunday (Huh)

But just to feed the family, bae, I'm hand-to-handin'

Guns ring, these choppers spittin' scene, this shit sound Hispanic

You say my name like Candyman had **** pull up fappin'

With that action, bitch, we crackin' joints like we know chiropractors (Fuck)

And take your poor ass in the kitchen and go make a sandwich (Broke ass, ****)

But you broke as hell, on the internet cryin', 'Rain' (Huh, dirty-ass ****)

****, y'all gon' make a **** take his doggy, ****

Fuck is you sayin', ****?

Ain't nobody do shit, ****, fuck you six hundred degrees, ****