The Man Lyrics

I don't write my songs, I go to stu and do my thing

She asked do I love her, I don't know, my answer's change

I won't cuff no shorty, so believe there'll be no ring

I don't love nobody but my God and my gang

And I love my roster, all fifteen of them

Do me wrong, I'll toss ya and focus on my M's

Don't care I will block her, cause lil' boy I'm him

Cause lil' boy I'm that guy

My pockets is big like a fat guy

My brother gon' spray make a rat die

And I'ma bat, I'm a vampire

Boy, I'm not serious, Its satire

Like what do I say when you that dry

Yeah, I don't know what to say

I don't know how I got here

Yeah, I don't know where I am

But two girls on my left and my right like I'm the man

Kinda feel like I'm high, but I don't pop no Xans

This girl here might type, yeah, I might throw some bands

I'm tryna get right, but shorty got a mans

But I do not care, I'm a menace, a beast

I'm ready to feast

And I'm number one, I'm far in the lead

Like RIP lil Keed, may he rest in peace

Yeah, I don't know what to do

Sippin' that pineapple Fanta, it's my favorite juice

I got your girl at my crib and you know we let loose

And my wrist new, and my neck new

I just made 50K, yeah, times two

Yeah, that's 100,000, boy, and all blues

Yeah, my bills blue, but my fit all black

I like Trackhawks, could care less bout a hellcat

Shawty like my dreadlocks, yeah, might have to bag that

Yeah, might have to snag that

I don't even care her ass flat

Free Young Thug, yeah, slatt

I'm real vamp, yeah, Drac'

Your boy Snitch, he a rat

Yeah, boy, we can't have that

All my dawgs, they on go

All my rocks, they on froze

They all talk, drop the lo'

Make em' fall, domino

I'm a dog, you a hoe

I'm a real rock star, yeah, watch me rock and roll

I been clean for so long, yeah, I don't like dro

Put my whole life on the line, yeah, for my bro

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, for my bro