@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

goin up soon, i’ll be making millions 
he goin out sad nigga, robin williams
him and his whole gang some civilians 
762s ripping thru they buildings 
don’t fw hoes, bitch fuck yo feelings 
broke niggas, got holes in they ceilings 

boy my worst song better than yo best shit 
he tryna talk hard, ion stress shit
nigga a hoe sayin not to test shit
boy i got real niggas who’ll stretch shit 
boy dis a binary, not a switch nigga
u better bag-back, u a bitch nigga
don’t drop songs nigga, cus u crit nigga
ready to body u and who u wit nigga 

u tryna buck nigga? den wassup hoe
fuck dat vest, tell dat nigga “duck!” hoe
niggas got egos but they still ain’t up tho
twin got a arp in dat truck tho 

twin got a kriss vec holding 40 nigga
he don’t confront, he running to his story nigga
he in my lane, thinking dat he tory nigga
i bet i stab em if he coming for me nigga

he innat room he turn into informant nigga
beg for the spotlight cus he not important nigga
don’t wanna buy the gun, ima torrent nigga
chop make em stutter crazy like a foreign nigga

i turned yo music off cus it was boring nigga
bih love to call my phone, im ignoring nigga
creep inna night time til the morning nigga
i’m on his block i bet i start exploring nigga

why these niggas so pussy? ion get it, ion know
these niggas flexing wit dat chop-stick, they won’t let it blow
and if a nigga wanted smoke, just know it ain’t bout a hoe
glock got red light, green light, bitch u know i go

williams (prod. 8strings & mani)

mani