Aw-Man
Them pussy niggas outchea be like
What what
That nigga then came up again
Again mane
Really
Peter Piper pick peppers, but I bank bucks
Pussy nigga don't like me, but I give zero fucks
Fucking the game up. Got a grip and I thrust
Fuck a drought, never out, coming through in the clutch
Swagga can't be touched, and them Haterz can't see me
Got they nuts gripped tight cuz they really wanna be me
And them TT's, they keep me, up all night
And them same night flights, got me living that life
Spending stacks on the Mrs., cuz I get it with Wrists
Whipping up finger licking, like Popeye's chicken
In case I gotta put in work, got a box full of wrenches
But I'll make one call and have the whole family missing
My life style Explicit, ruff, wild, wicked
Some say its swaggarific, cuz I make it look terrific
My status is exquisite, cuz I keep it coming pronto
I'm the sickest cuz I get it how I live it, retonto
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Swagga worth a hundred grand. The people like aw-man
Police stay my block. The neighbors like gotdamn
Hit the club out my top, them people like "Aw-man, lil one be cutting up, swagga worth a hundred grand"
And the ice round my wrist cost about a hundred grams
Never ran off on the plug, cuz I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Eating green eggs and ham on the block like aw-man
Hit lil up with that 40. His people like aw-man
Nigga wonder why I killed'em, cuz Lil one he kept playing
Fucked short last night had her singing aw-man
Section boyz the record label got the streets like aw-man
Nigga wonder why I killed'em, cuz Lil one he kept playing
Fucked short last night had her singing aw-man
Section boyz the record label got the streets like aw-man
Swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
What what
That nigga then came up again
Again mane
Really
Peter Piper pick peppers, but I bank bucks
Pussy nigga don't like me, but I give zero fucks
Fucking the game up. Got a grip and I thrust
Fuck a drought, never out, coming through in the clutch
Swagga can't be touched, and them Haterz can't see me
Got they nuts gripped tight cuz they really wanna be me
And them TT's, they keep me, up all night
And them same night flights, got me living that life
Spending stacks on the Mrs., cuz I get it with Wrists
Whipping up finger licking, like Popeye's chicken
In case I gotta put in work, got a box full of wrenches
But I'll make one call and have the whole family missing
My life style Explicit, ruff, wild, wicked
Some say its swaggarific, cuz I make it look terrific
My status is exquisite, cuz I keep it coming pronto
I'm the sickest cuz I get it how I live it, retonto
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Swagga worth a hundred grand. The people like aw-man
Police stay my block. The neighbors like gotdamn
Hit the club out my top, them people like "Aw-man, lil one be cutting up, swagga worth a hundred grand"
And the ice round my wrist cost about a hundred grams
Never ran off on the plug, cuz I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Eating green eggs and ham on the block like aw-man
Hit lil up with that 40. His people like aw-man
Nigga wonder why I killed'em, cuz Lil one he kept playing
Fucked short last night had her singing aw-man
Section boyz the record label got the streets like aw-man
Nigga wonder why I killed'em, cuz Lil one he kept playing
Fucked short last night had her singing aw-man
Section boyz the record label got the streets like aw-man
Swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
Aw-man, aw aw aw-man
I'm the man, swagga worth a hundred grand
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Thomas, Shawn Wesley Goodman
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