2 MANY MEN (feat. Shely210)

Pranksters, jokesters

Pranksters, jokesters

Hah, yeah, look (Grrt, baow)

Start it up, uh (Run that shit)

Know a **** like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)

Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)

Five **** and they out here whining (Huh?)

Three of them need critical guiding

And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)

Looking like you got no aim in your game, that's lame (Nah)

Boy, go cover your face in shame (Hah)

Lazy-ass **** tryna take my place

What you know about dealin' with the price of fame?

Don't believe in circumstance

I believe you gotta take a chance

And don't ever go open unless you gon' make it, man, uh (Better what?)

Better make that person answer (Haha)

Know you got a main girl and you got a side girl, bring both, 'cause I'm tryna romance 'em (Bring both)

Whenever she call, whenever I call, hold up, pick up, answer (Woo)

You ain't never really been down for the banter

Way too busy, out lookin' like Santa (Uh-huh)

Tryna give gifts, you ain't never had shit

But you out here wearin' designer like "Panda"

Start it up, uh (Run that shit)

Know a **** like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)

Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)

Five **** and they out here whining (Huh?)

Three of them need critical guiding (Shely, look)

And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)

I'm callin' their bluff, not poker

Been through a few down-ups like Joker (Oi, oi)

Pull up, bang, soaker

Stay chattin' shit, I can smell it on they odor

Can't fuck with a five-star roster

Ain't top boys, we five star proper (We proper)

If gang in the mix

Scores ain't even, we strike like Diego Costa (Grrah)

Went backs on the food, that's Neymar

Hat trick shit, now them boys in danger (In danger)

Four deep in a Ranger

I'm no stranger to the block, I'm the 210 major (Gang)

Don't fuck with the gang, don't fuck with the check

Or me and my side comin' straight for your neck

Me and my side comin' straight for the win

Keep talkin' that jazz, get sent to the pen'

Start it up, uh (Run that shit)

Know a **** like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)

Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)

Five **** and they out here whining (Huh?)

Three of them need critical guiding

And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)

Start it up, uh (Run that shit)

Know a **** like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)

Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding

Five **** and they out here whining

Three of them need critical guiding

And the last two don't know about timing (Gang, gang, gang)

I got Shely on my left and we steppin' on necks

Better watch your step, let me make that simple

DSP in the mix, they don't want that smoke

All these boys gettin' popped like pimples (Uh-huh)

They ain't really gotta talk like that, they ain't really gotta walk like that

And if they wanna talk like that, get the fuck out my face, 'cause they're really gonna walk right back (Brrt)

Let it bang

All my guys move work while you watchin', starin', I call that gang

All my guys still ride and ready to slide, lad, I call that gang (Uh)

Took my time, why you talk that shit?

Are you out your mind? Don't make me sick

Too many times, I've been out

I've been tryna get rich, so a **** like me gonna—

(What a joker)