"MADE MAN" lyrics

Yuh
Yeah
Uh, ayy
Uh, ayy
Damn, damn
Yeah, uh
Again, uh
Stepping in

Made man (Ayy), John Gotti, Corleone, I don't shake hands (Damn)
Niggas need a swag boost, and ain't no paying in (Ain't no paying in)
Never seen me punching clocks, I get it off the land (Off the land)
I made the best out my cards, it wasn't the best hand (It wasn't the best)
Treat her like she nothing, she treat me like her best man (I'm her best)
That shit fucked up (That shit fucked up)
I paid the bag for how I'm livin', this shit too clutch (This shit too clutch)
A drank sipper, perc mixer, finna po' me up (Po' me up)

She my main ho she just the oldest, [?] the oldest
I cook a bird and let a eagle fly, that's hole in one (Hole in one)
Cracked her off filet mignon, took her to Toga once (Toga once)
I made a ten, I need more, I'm finna go double up (Finna go double up)
Never had no stylist this shit all me (All me)
I'm posted up, my feet planted, solid concrete (Concrete)
Crockett Rocket on me, blast off behind this town, peace (Ayy)
Send her through there, I ain't seen her in weeks (Seen her in weeks)
I shoot first and ask questions last, take heed
Uh, to a city
I ain't checking in
Uh, check again
Steppin' in

Made man, John Gotti, Corleone, I don't shake hands (I don't do it)
Niggas need a swag boost, and ain't no paying in (Ain't no paying)
Never seen me punching clocks, I get it off the land (Off the land)
I made the best out my cards, it wasn't the best hand (Wasn't the the best)
Treat her like she nothing, she treat me like her best man (Damn)
That shit fucked up (That shit fucked up)
I paid the bag for how I'm livin', this shit too clutch (That shit too clutch)
A drank sipper, perc mixer, finna po' me up (Po' me up, nigga)