Man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Right hand up and these bitches tryna hang
If you understand why these nigga tryna slang
I got golden on my chain, And these diamonds always sang
Like damn
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or a man
I'm not a human or a man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
I can turn down when these bitches tryna turn up
Rolling up with my shooters shooting stars in the sky's, wow
Pull up in a phantom no connection need to ride out
Rub that Robitussin with my cousin, bad bitch we be fucking
See the sharpest shooter taking souls, kill you like Katana
Worried bout my money don't be watching, buy you brand new TV
Got the baddest bitches for the night fucking in my teepee
See me in designer no connection bout to see me balling
Yeaahh, I make money in the night
Bad bitch fine and she tryna fuck me right
Bout to burn it up
Shorty finna bless it up
Party I can't get enough
She poppin a molly, she poppin a zannie
I'm Dicking her down
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or a man
I'm not a human or a man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Right hand up and these bitches tryna hang
If you understand why these nigga tryna slang
I got golden on my chain, And these diamonds always sang
Like damn
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or a man
I'm not a human or a man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
I can turn down when these bitches tryna turn up
Rolling up with my shooters shooting stars in the sky's, wow
Pull up in a phantom no connection need to ride out
Rub that Robitussin with my cousin, bad bitch we be fucking
See the sharpest shooter taking souls, kill you like Katana
Worried bout my money don't be watching, buy you brand new TV
Got the baddest bitches for the night fucking in my teepee
See me in designer no connection bout to see me balling
Yeaahh, I make money in the night
Bad bitch fine and she tryna fuck me right
Bout to burn it up
Shorty finna bless it up
Party I can't get enough
She poppin a molly, she poppin a zannie
I'm Dicking her down
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or a man
I'm not a human or a man
Don't you come compare me to your man
Don't you come compare me to your man
I'm not a human or your man
I'm not a human or your man
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Writer(s): Primo Szn
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