Mani 122 lyrics

I might just keep the lil' dreads and get the tips dyed
This b*tch kinda cute let me nibble on your thick thighs
.45 bullets and they cheap they from Big 5
This b*tch sucked the whole city needa lick mine
When I did the show in the Fresno it was big line
This n---a walk around tweakin off of big lines
Lil bro trippin he said let me pop it this time
I get paid from punchin in doing freestyles
I get paid from punchin in I'm just being me
Got eleven b*tches suckin di*k at the BnB
You a dope fiend a millionare when shе seein me
In sixth grade I had the lil grapеs in the DVD
In sixth grade I had the lil doubie in my pocket n---a
All that little sh*t on Instagram n---a pop it n---a
All that broke sh*t you needa stop it n---a
Cartiers and APs see my watches n---a
Cartiers and APs come in bustdowns
1700 for a touchdown
They used to hit me with the stank face they wanna f*ck now
Thats the same reason why you walk around broke now
You don't know about the sending b*tches out in tellys n---a
Now I'm poppin percs sippin lean watch the belly n---a
Been sendin packs i was living off of Kelly n---a
On the road with this white b*tch she keep yelling n---a
She keep yelling im finna drop this b*tch off n---a
Ain't no last level im the motherf*ckin boss n---a
Sippin lean in my Purple jeans this sh*t cost n---a
You ain't never took an L took a loss n---a
You ain't never took an L thats why you spoiled now
Onna blade with a couple b*tches getting boiled down
b*tch cheated f*cked her best friend I bet she loyal now
I ain't gon lie I cheated a couple times I'm finna cheat again
This b*tch lost her apetite she ain't gon eat again
Cut yesterday and came back I'm finna leave again
I just lost my dead pack I'm finna tweak again
Just lost my dead pack I'm finna rob somebody
Why they call it mug i I dont know im finna mob somebody
I needa couple fresh beats finna call up Mikey
That boy got a check mark that is not no Nike
I just got a Glock 21 I don't do no fighting
Boy I'm boutta send you up to God I am not no Rocky
Finna do another 20 bars I don't do not writing
Scammed the f*ck out of an NFL player from the Minnesota Vikings
Sike I ain't scam nothing
Im finna pick that backdoor up and get it jumping
Why you got yo beanie in this party finna rob something
No lie I can sing I'm Chris Brown cousin
I'm finna throw a bullet at you Larry Fitzgerald
Menace to society I damn near smoked Harold
Why they call me Bckdoe my real name Gerald
Shout out Joseph K he punched me in and he still tired
This n---a tired and his eyes red
She like "why I gotta do it" b*tch cuz I said
Why the f*ck you fire the watch [?] you ain't got bread
N---as said they EBK-K but I am not dead