The Man Now lyrics

[Intro: Lul G]
Motherf*cka wit' that sh*t on me
I wish a n*gga would try to get on me, b*tch
Motherf*cka wit' that sh*t on me
I wish a n*gga would try to…

[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' n*gga in this mothaf*cka, bands out
Any n*gga try to reach, he get ran down
n*ggas fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*tches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n*gga gettin' bands now

[Verse 1: Lul G]
I'm gettin' bands now, I'm the man now
Woulda copped two but they ran out
Two bad b*tches and they stand out
In this motherf*cka wit' the Glock on me
And I wish a n*gga would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain't good, it is not homie
Little bruh wit' the Glock, how we pop .40
I remember we was slidin' in the Civic
Broke n*ggas take tabs, why you listenin'?
Had to get it, had to flip, had to kick sh*t
Young sh*t like the Grinch Stole Christmas (Broke b*tch)
Lil' n*gga, why the mention?
You gon' pay for your death wit' that sentence
I'll slide down your 'dress wit' that big sh*t
Take deck wit' the chop', how we kick flips
[Chorus: Lul G]
Lil' n*gga in this mothaf*cka, bands out
Any n*gga try to reach, he get ran down
n*ggas fake, you my mans now?
Only time you around, when yo' hand out
When yo' hand out, b*tches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, 'cause a young n*gga gettin' bands now

[Verse 2: Lul G]
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, 'for your click meet this clack (Click meet this clack)
Really give a f*ck about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo' strap (Better keep yo' strap)
Tired of them buckets, '96 of the lot
n*ggas slide through, twenty-six for the Glock (for the Glock)
Can't keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the b*tch for a dime, now the b*tch wanna stalk (b*tch wanna stalk)
Uh, drop bail at the b*tch, young n*gga Mo drop bail now I'm rich (Now I'm rich)
And I just dropped on a loft, get your ass out the way wit' the drop of a call
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (Yeah we done it again)
f*ck his b*tch from the back, now I'm f*ckin' her friend (Now I'm f*ckin' her friend)
n*gga speakin' on my name, so I'm cluckin' his mans (I'm cluckin' his mans)
On some cold weather sh*t, you n*ggas duckin' the fan (You n*ggas duckin' the fan)