Man What?! lyrics

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharoe]
It's 5 AM and I already made 10 plays
Sound exchange, text coming in, keep a n*gga paid
My stripper b*tch wake up at 3 PM, like boy, good morning
I already caught a flight and took care of my mama mortgage
Boss sh*t, I put my son in private school, I'm awesome
All my n*ggas thanking me for blessings that I tossed them
[?] grizley bear, but disrespect and he gon' [?]
40 told me buy a house, I went and bought some farm land
Cars was nothing, if I rap it, buy another
I threw my big sister a bag, trust funds for my baby brother
My mama prowd of her high school dropout
We in different tax brakets, I invest in stocks [?]
Friend took a 15 [?] he back up again
The other just put 20 in his mouth and threw his mama 10
All I know I'm thankful that I'm blessed, my baby mama rich
If I wanted to, I'd run around and have all kind of kids

[Chorus: Maxi Bravo]
Man, what?
Duphous
Get popped
Chopper Rick Flair, [?] legs like [?]
I'm with the same n*ggas I was with in the sandbox
We got straps like Hitchc*ck
And my shooters like Deadshot
Money, treat that sh*t like track, we been ran through it
What?
Sliding down his block [?] stupid
My pockets happy fat, I'm like damn [?]
Leave a n*gga crippled, tell his mama that her mans [?]
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Slimmy B, I'm that n*gga with that stick on him
And it's poking out my ip like I'm [?]
[?] yeah I had to throw a switch on it
On these sucker n*ggas heads, yeah, I been on them
Rule number one, you see a opp, you better get on him
I ain't sparing sh*t, [?] the stick and let it drip on him
Slide on your b*tch, [?] di*k, then I dip [?]
Hen I bag drop, I do my dance, yeah I [?] on him
On these n*ggas' necks, Imma make sure I keep my feet on
I ain't got no friends, that's why a n*gga [?]
Running up them bands, that's why a n*gga always be gone
He ain't got no bands, that's why that n*gga always be home
n*ggas talking 'bout they getting [?] n*gga, come do it
Ain't no sending tweets when it's beef, n*gga, I come shoot it
Acting like he really 'bout that life, well n*gga, come lose it
[?] bands [?] thumb it


[Chorus: Maxi Bravo]
Man, what?
Duphous
Get popped
Chopper Rick Flair, [?] legs like [?]
I'm with the same n*ggas I was with in the sandbox
We got straps like Hitchc*ck
And my shooters like Deadshot
Money, treat that sh*t like track, we been ran through it
What?
Sliding down his block [?] stupid
My pockets happy fat, I'm like damn [?]
Leave a n*gga crippled, tell his mama that her mans [?]