"Be A Man" lyrics
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, huh, huh
You can have her, I don't need her
I got me and I got these Roxies (Roxies)
Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo) ('sabi)
Midnight Blue Maserati
Boy, I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'm cocky (Cocky)
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man
Hit him in the leg, can't never walk again, huh
She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands
She gotta get fucked on a big bed
Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end
Y'all niggas better stop that reaching
So damn high, I can't come down, huh
He can't be BL, he a clown (Brtt, brtt, brtt)
You finna take me back with that progress
Can I take you back to my projects?
I fuck her good, her pussy so wet
I fuck her good but I don't have sex
Slide her all up in the projects
Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here
Put an Ajax on it, come correct
Baby Woah never beefing on the internet
I got felonies, no misdemeanor
Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it
And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? (Nope)
I got love for every gun that I tote
You don't mean nothing to me no more
She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull
Huh, slaughter house, baby welcome to the slaughter house
I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down
Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick)
Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now
Hate me, but I respect that
She hates me, but let's address that
Head down, just stay down
Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door
And it's bang gang, double round drum
It's a fifty on 'em, equal a hundo'
She tellin' them lies, she think I don't know
I be stopping shit, they got the wrong woah
And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44
Baby Woah, real damn 'oso
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man
You can have her, I don't need her
I got me and I got these Roxies (Roxies)
Back door, kick shit, wasabi (Chapo) ('sabi)
Midnight Blue Maserati
Boy, I'll beat yo' ass, yeah, I'm cocky (Cocky)
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man
Hit him in the leg, can't never walk again, huh
She gon' suck dick, I don't want no hands
She gotta get fucked on a big bed
Living on the edge, I'm in the deep end
Y'all niggas better stop that reaching
So damn high, I can't come down, huh
He can't be BL, he a clown (Brtt, brtt, brtt)
You finna take me back with that progress
Can I take you back to my projects?
I fuck her good, her pussy so wet
I fuck her good but I don't have sex
Slide her all up in the projects
Send a hundred sixty shots to get them out of here
Put an Ajax on it, come correct
Baby Woah never beefing on the internet
I got felonies, no misdemeanor
Huh, I'm going through a lot and I mean it
And my heart broke, is you gon' fix it? (Nope)
I got love for every gun that I tote
You don't mean nothing to me no more
She don't mean nothing to me, fuck that bull
Huh, slaughter house, baby welcome to the slaughter house
I be fucking hoes, they gettin' put down
Police put a stick on me, I get down (Stick)
Label wouldn't sign, but I'm okay now
Hate me, but I respect that
She hates me, but let's address that
Head down, just stay down
Get on the floor nigga, it's a kick door
And it's bang gang, double round drum
It's a fifty on 'em, equal a hundo'
She tellin' them lies, she think I don't know
I be stopping shit, they got the wrong woah
And I'm walkin' round with the Glock in my damn pockets, sagging, it's a .44
Baby Woah, real damn 'oso
Put 'em on the big screen, "Good luck, Charlie", huh
Do you want drank or do you want Xans? (Drank)
We got everything, a lot of dope
Pour a nigga out almost every day
I was locked up and I couldn't cry
KyKy died then I took the risk so it gon' take time, huh, huh
How you mad at me when I ain't the one that got you robbed? (Robbed)
I told ma, "I'ma do this rap shit," I said, "Fuck that job" (That job)
And I bought a TEC, it came straight from France
Smoke mad Runtz, nigga, Ola
I was drank sipping, I was popping Xans (Drank)
And my mama never think I'd be a man
Writer(s): Ariel Bojidar Silva, Alexander Quezada, Alex Enrique Alvarado
