Made Man lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy Will
Oh, it's just like that n*gga
Get me in my mood, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I told little Cuz, you gotta take your time wit' it
I could cook a slab and a half, gimme nine minutes
I'm the back of the back of that f*cker, gotta climb in it
I'm hangin' out the window wit' that b*tch, you gon' know I'm in it
Jump out the car and walk you down, n*gga you gon' know I did it
Put money on my old man's head like I had no idea
My momma ask me how I go to sleep at night
Easy, pistol underneath the pillow, baby, I'm gon' squeeze it tight
I look in the mirror, I see other n*ggas and that's why Ion be f*ckin' wit' em
They know I got that f*cker on me, that's why they don't be f*ckin' wit' me
My manager tell me to rap, my neighborhood pullin' me back
I love them boys, I ain't turnin' my back, I'm battlin' my conscious bad
All I wanna do is rob, all I wanna do is serve
Yeah, I'm in the stu' now, but I'd rather stand on the curb
Cuz facetimed the other day, he had a half a bird
I almost told his ass I'm on my way, I had to fight the urge
Check for a n*gga like before you ever see me write a verse
I'm quick, draw McGraw wit' the rod, I'm gon' light it first
A nig' play wit' my brother, that's a sad story
Lamar jump out the bushes wit' that rock, that sh*t back shorty
I point the finger, a n*gga get gone
You know what type of sh*t I'm on, you know who shot your partner, n*gga
Just stop me when I'm lyin', n*gga
These n*ggas makin' stats and sh*t
The MAC'll make you backward flip, I'm finna up the stats, what's this?
Not for the 'Gram, I get active wit'
Put a b*tch in the casket quick, tell a opp ''Eat a bag of di*ks''
I gave auntie a bag of sniff
In the boat doin' magic tricks
They say Pap got a flashy wrist
Yeah, she fine, she a nasty b*tch
I'm in the coupe goin' fast as sh*t, and slow the sh*t the f*ck down
Auntie call me, I'm like ''What now?''
Forever loaded, I can't run out
n*ggas show out when the sun out
Late night crack out wit' my gun out
We jump out the car and run down (Ayy, come here Cuz)
Talk that sh*t now, 5.56 bullets, these big rounds
.308 out the back in the car, blackout
This my life, ain't nothin' to cap out
Lot of these n*ggas be makin' sh*t up
These n*ggas even makin' hits up
We knocked your man down, he can't get up
f*ck the judge and the DA
b*tch, I'm John Gotti wit' the steam, my last case, they got lucky
Get my motherf*ckin' lawyer, I don't wanna hear what you got for me
[Outro]
Listen my n*gga
I don't give a f*ck what happened
Just don't go out like Sammy the Bull, on God