"That Man" lyrics
(feat. Cartel Bo)
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav
Aye. Lately been gettin' to the bag
Let's go
It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and that Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag
I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my Ps and Qs but I'm ridin' with a AR
Walk through diamonds, hit column A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand-new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance
Enroll the trap on a new campus
I got real love for the crack addicts
No Dora, the stick, I can backpack it
Only way is up, ain't no backtracking
Drank on my ass, got me tap-dancing
Pull up in that road like I'm romantic
Somewhere catch a play with your ho with me
You can throw the pack far, I'ma go get it
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav
Aye lately been gettin' to the bag
It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and that Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag. I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
Furious, the foreign fast
Vin Diesel with a bag
Young nigga face covered with a flag
Phone keep clicking plays like it's Madden
I hit your block weekly for them bags
Like I'm the nigga 'posed to take out the trash
Shipping out big amounts, the order's vast
They wanna be in first, we wanna last
Me and Bank America got a connection
I got the branch manager in the section.
He sendin' Bitcoin for a seven
He think the pack came down from heaven
Dog shit, hand covered in dookie
I heard big homie Hoover outta Houston
Drake caught on fire, God bless the shooter
Aim at your medulla, knock off his noodle
I ain't here to teach you nigga, ain't a tutor
I came to conquer blocks like a ruler
Gun start getting hot, it's hard to shoot it
The boy got bitch in his eyes, his pupils
You got a little money and want to boost it
Want an appetizer, she want to taste it
I live on this trap, you just on vacation
All I see is numbers, live in the matrix
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav
Aye lately been gettin' to the bag. It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and the Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag. I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last. Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my Ps and Qs but I'm ridin' with a AR
Walk through diamonds, hit column A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance
Aye. Lately been gettin' to the bag
Let's go
It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and that Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag
I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my Ps and Qs but I'm ridin' with a AR
Walk through diamonds, hit column A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand-new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance
Enroll the trap on a new campus
I got real love for the crack addicts
No Dora, the stick, I can backpack it
Only way is up, ain't no backtracking
Drank on my ass, got me tap-dancing
Pull up in that road like I'm romantic
Somewhere catch a play with your ho with me
You can throw the pack far, I'ma go get it
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav
Aye lately been gettin' to the bag
It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and that Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag. I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
Furious, the foreign fast
Vin Diesel with a bag
Young nigga face covered with a flag
Phone keep clicking plays like it's Madden
I hit your block weekly for them bags
Like I'm the nigga 'posed to take out the trash
Shipping out big amounts, the order's vast
They wanna be in first, we wanna last
Me and Bank America got a connection
I got the branch manager in the section.
He sendin' Bitcoin for a seven
He think the pack came down from heaven
Dog shit, hand covered in dookie
I heard big homie Hoover outta Houston
Drake caught on fire, God bless the shooter
Aim at your medulla, knock off his noodle
I ain't here to teach you nigga, ain't a tutor
I came to conquer blocks like a ruler
Gun start getting hot, it's hard to shoot it
The boy got bitch in his eyes, his pupils
You got a little money and want to boost it
Want an appetizer, she want to taste it
I live on this trap, you just on vacation
All I see is numbers, live in the matrix
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav
Aye lately been gettin' to the bag. It's kinda hard to get mad
Me and the Glock got connection, you know I can't lag
Put on these clothes, got swag. I'm the one so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to put me last. Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my Ps and Qs but I'm ridin' with a AR
Walk through diamonds, hit column A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance
