(Ayy, Mannie)
Yo, Mannie (Ah)
In that Hellcat, we don't do no Scatpacks, we swerve
Hit this bitch, she got a Birkin, but I ain't even buy it
Shot a opp, he still cryin', 'cause his legs dyin' and shit
Call up my niggas, we hittin' your bando, 'cause I heard you got them bricks
Why the enemies think I'm lame? Yeah, the whole time, I be on my shit
Ayy, we send crack shots like white boy in that Benzo
Bitch, this ain't no 90, just naughty, have Faye knock down your big bro
I hit monkey, then he gon' slide, bet he gon' knock down your kinfolks
Play with the gang and you know you gon' die, we known to go slide in them rentals
My car got performance, you know that it's ride, got moonstone Forgiatos
Ayy, and I know I'm all about races, but I cannot be a racist
Hate the switch on ten and I turn up, but lowkey in a Subaru
Lowkey in an intersection, Glock on me and I only need four rounds
Pack slam, I get ten pounds, them bitches get sent home to Graytown
The packs get sent right in your town, I'm all about racks and bullshit
Ayy, ayy, I'm up to your cell with extended clips
Last move, I'ma finish him
Break in that house and take hella shit
Break in these cars and hell up shit
My hommie a bitch, hit a lick and ran off with the pack
My mama tellin' me, "Don't kill him"
EDD, bitch, I need all of my cash
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