"M Boys" lyrics
(feat. MAAR & Chopz)
[Maar:]
Chopz
E, what's good, gang?
What we on?
Huh, fuck it
Huh
Bitch, your gun, I want a pic today
Yeah, the police took my 9 and I really like my 40, I'ma stick to Drac' (Huh)
Cut niggas off, they wanted money, but ain't get the pape'
How you hatin' on your mans gettin' money and he just demonstrate it?
Yeah, I feel like Ali on Sport's Illustrated
Knockin' niggas down with one punch like come and get your mans up, huh
Talkin' like he got his gun, but his hands up
Nigga think this shit funny, alright, nigga, stand up
Huh, niggas that be with you be the first to get you
That's when I first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
I ain't fuckin' with no niggas that be caught up in the system
When I first got my freak ho, it get my bail money
Huh, bitch, get your ass up, I think I smell somethin'
'Bout to put some ice on my wrist like I fell on 'em
Huh, watch who you be with 'cause these niggas snitch
If I hear the time that they was doin', they'll probably tell on you
Hmm
Bitch-ass nigga
Ganja Gang, Walk Down, Striker Boys
You know what the fuck goin' on
Chopz, talk to 'em
[Chopz:]
My shit real quick
I'm drinkin' on the Don like it's my B-day
All I care about is pape', green just like CJ
Tellin' on them clippers give your ass a fuckin' tip fast
Thought you wear panties 'cause his ass got some fuckin' bitch ways
I remember comin' last, now I got my ways
Strap poppin' up quick draw, ain't comin' off the waist
If she ain't givin' up the pussy, comin' off the face
If I ain't gettin' to no munion, it ain't A-okay
Huh, I ain't A-okay
Girl, you caught me in the sleep moment, it was a drank day
My bitch buy me shit too, I'm like, "Thanks, bae"
Slide on a nigga after 12, it's a late scape
[Babyfxce E:]
Wake up, wipe the crust off like this a pape' day
I told y'all this not a Friday, but I got day day
Damn, today is a Friday, so it's after nates
I understand it's that type of month, but you still got some neck
Like, bitch, don't forget
Yeah, come on
Huh, I make money in my sleep, do you think I'm trippin' 'bout that shit?
Huh, you right, 'cause I still am
Bitch sucked the blood out my dick, she a real vamp'
Box with the drum on the clip, this bitch'll kill a camp
[Maar:]
Huh, niggas know we got the guns, but they still step
We'd do his ass like Chris Brown, he ain't gon' see the next scene
Shit bad, lil' bitch tryna fuck
I'm like Buns off of Belly, I ain't gon' fuck, but I can get the neck, please
[Chopz:]
Wanna see my verse on your song? Check, please
Them fake-ass chains finna have your fuckin' neck green
Like my cup is
Me and gang get to pressin' shit, we don't care who it is
[Babyfxce E:]
You can still get the belt, don't care what you did
Don't care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
'Bout some pape', I'd crash, won't be about a bitch
Don't gotta spread my dog shit, you can see it 'bout my 'fit
Nigga, add that shit up, nigga
Go to all my pictures and add them bitches up and see what my 'fit come up to, nigga
M Block, Strike
All that shit
Chopz
E, what's good, gang?
What we on?
Huh, fuck it
Huh
Bitch, your gun, I want a pic today
Yeah, the police took my 9 and I really like my 40, I'ma stick to Drac' (Huh)
Cut niggas off, they wanted money, but ain't get the pape'
How you hatin' on your mans gettin' money and he just demonstrate it?
Yeah, I feel like Ali on Sport's Illustrated
Knockin' niggas down with one punch like come and get your mans up, huh
Talkin' like he got his gun, but his hands up
Nigga think this shit funny, alright, nigga, stand up
Huh, niggas that be with you be the first to get you
That's when I first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
I ain't fuckin' with no niggas that be caught up in the system
When I first got my freak ho, it get my bail money
Huh, bitch, get your ass up, I think I smell somethin'
'Bout to put some ice on my wrist like I fell on 'em
Huh, watch who you be with 'cause these niggas snitch
If I hear the time that they was doin', they'll probably tell on you
Hmm
Bitch-ass nigga
Ganja Gang, Walk Down, Striker Boys
You know what the fuck goin' on
Chopz, talk to 'em
[Chopz:]
My shit real quick
I'm drinkin' on the Don like it's my B-day
All I care about is pape', green just like CJ
Tellin' on them clippers give your ass a fuckin' tip fast
Thought you wear panties 'cause his ass got some fuckin' bitch ways
I remember comin' last, now I got my ways
Strap poppin' up quick draw, ain't comin' off the waist
If she ain't givin' up the pussy, comin' off the face
If I ain't gettin' to no munion, it ain't A-okay
Huh, I ain't A-okay
Girl, you caught me in the sleep moment, it was a drank day
My bitch buy me shit too, I'm like, "Thanks, bae"
Slide on a nigga after 12, it's a late scape
[Babyfxce E:]
Wake up, wipe the crust off like this a pape' day
I told y'all this not a Friday, but I got day day
Damn, today is a Friday, so it's after nates
I understand it's that type of month, but you still got some neck
Like, bitch, don't forget
Yeah, come on
Huh, I make money in my sleep, do you think I'm trippin' 'bout that shit?
Huh, you right, 'cause I still am
Bitch sucked the blood out my dick, she a real vamp'
Box with the drum on the clip, this bitch'll kill a camp
[Maar:]
Huh, niggas know we got the guns, but they still step
We'd do his ass like Chris Brown, he ain't gon' see the next scene
Shit bad, lil' bitch tryna fuck
I'm like Buns off of Belly, I ain't gon' fuck, but I can get the neck, please
[Chopz:]
Wanna see my verse on your song? Check, please
Them fake-ass chains finna have your fuckin' neck green
Like my cup is
Me and gang get to pressin' shit, we don't care who it is
[Babyfxce E:]
You can still get the belt, don't care what you did
Don't care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
'Bout some pape', I'd crash, won't be about a bitch
Don't gotta spread my dog shit, you can see it 'bout my 'fit
Nigga, add that shit up, nigga
Go to all my pictures and add them bitches up and see what my 'fit come up to, nigga
M Block, Strike
All that shit
