Graah

You know what it is man, it's Tanny Mann on the beat (Tanny Mann)

Fuck is you talking about (Tanny Mann)

(Yeah, we out here)

Look

Just like a three-peat, we gon get a hat trick

All these bitches on me, you know I gotta tap it

All you **** scared, when I pull up you run mad quick

I'm rapping on the beat, but I also do the ad-libs

Word around the street is that all you ****'s offies

I only need my real ones, all you fakes get up off me

I'm on top of the world, I'm as high as a rock be

I beat the beat up, man you can call me Rocky

Beat the beat up like I'm on my Creed shit

Why you following me bitch, why you on your creep shit

Money coming in, yeah you know that shit is green bitch

I love my ratchet hoes, I don't never need no clean bitch

Pull up on me, yeah you know we 'bout to do the dash

Hit the bank, then we skrrt, yeah we grabbing all the cash

See a shorty in the street, yeah you know I wanna smash

See a shorty in the street, now you know I wanna crack

Yeah, yeah we cooking shit up

Gon set this bitch on fire cause I don't give a fuck

Yeah, I hop on this bitch and you know how I run it

You know how I hop on yo bitch and I'm gunnin

Yeah, I hop on her friends and you know I hop on the dash and you know I run it (pshhh)

Yeah, I'm 'bout to slow it down

Yeah, got yo bitch she going down

Yeah, yeah the cake I'm 'bout to pound

Yeah, yeah I didn't make a sound

Yeah, yeah we 'bout to slow it down

Yeah we in the bed, and I'm taking off her gown

Going one time, now we going round for round

Yeah I painted her face, just like a fucking clown

She scary

She cute

She married

Nah, fuck that hoe she married

My baby she gon carry

Don't drink still water, we only pouring up the sparkling

Got my dick up in her mouth and now she gurglin' (guk guk guk)

I got fans, paparazzi now they murmurin

Took her down, make her bloody that's a murderin'