No Manners
Sliding imma do it
Riding getting to it
Knew I was that boy
When I was sliding in the Buick aye
Bandz speaking fluent aye
Doubt it but you knew it aye
Okay I got this shit on lock
Check cripped out
So I blew it
I just bought a new chain
And new ring just to match
She gimme head like Siamese
You would think that we attached
Smokin sour out the patch
Bout to grab another batch
Oh this drip ain't go no manners
So yo bitch is getting snatched
Yaji B for boss
All I do is floss
Neck on Minnesota
Bitch I ball like Randy Moss
Blowin gas
Good exhaust
Get a bag
Any cost
Baby wanna give me head and tails
Yo
Gotta keep it handy
No not Mr fix it
But I Know you boys can't stand me
Mask on Mask off
Now that I'm back on back off
I got my bread right
Get ya head right
For I blast that bitch off
Okay
No you don't wan' be the enemy
Waitin forever
You won't see the end of me
Showin no mercy
Can't give em no sympathy
Blue bag is on me
My pockets on Tiffany
I got my weight up
That's straight up
I'll flex on a bitch
Double that up
And spend checks on my wrist
Flexin my body anemic
A bitch break my heart
Call my jeweler to freeze it
I'm a okay
What's in my bag it's supreme
Fuckin the bitch of your dreams
Put on her team
Cashin bill belechecks
Niggas ain't have it
Go back and work on ya scheme
Fuck being humble I'm braggin
It's bandz wit a Z
But I'm G like a wagon
She ride it
Inside it
I'm fly like a pilot
Ya bitch for the streets
And mine came with no mileage
Yeah
And you know it's true
We been workin round the clock
But that's just what we do
Why I'm always round the gang
Cause I don't fuck wit you
Don't make me call ya bitch up
Bandz ain't all I'm thumbin thru
Ahh shit why he do that
Yaji baby but you knew that
In my pockets
These is blue racks
Don't give one fuck
Got em too mad
If it's up there
We can do that
You know where to find me
I be somewhere where the loot at
I just bought a new chain
And new ring just to match
She gimme head like Siamese
You would think that we attached
Smokin sour out the patch
Bout grab another batch
Oh no My drip ain't go no manners
So yo bitch is getting snatched
Riding getting to it
Knew I was that boy
When I was sliding in the Buick aye
Bandz speaking fluent aye
Doubt it but you knew it aye
Okay I got this shit on lock
Check cripped out
So I blew it
I just bought a new chain
And new ring just to match
She gimme head like Siamese
You would think that we attached
Smokin sour out the patch
Bout to grab another batch
Oh this drip ain't go no manners
So yo bitch is getting snatched
Yaji B for boss
All I do is floss
Neck on Minnesota
Bitch I ball like Randy Moss
Blowin gas
Good exhaust
Get a bag
Any cost
Baby wanna give me head and tails
Yo
Gotta keep it handy
No not Mr fix it
But I Know you boys can't stand me
Mask on Mask off
Now that I'm back on back off
I got my bread right
Get ya head right
For I blast that bitch off
Okay
No you don't wan' be the enemy
Waitin forever
You won't see the end of me
Showin no mercy
Can't give em no sympathy
Blue bag is on me
My pockets on Tiffany
I got my weight up
That's straight up
I'll flex on a bitch
Double that up
And spend checks on my wrist
Flexin my body anemic
A bitch break my heart
Call my jeweler to freeze it
I'm a okay
What's in my bag it's supreme
Fuckin the bitch of your dreams
Put on her team
Cashin bill belechecks
Niggas ain't have it
Go back and work on ya scheme
Fuck being humble I'm braggin
It's bandz wit a Z
But I'm G like a wagon
She ride it
Inside it
I'm fly like a pilot
Ya bitch for the streets
And mine came with no mileage
Yeah
And you know it's true
We been workin round the clock
But that's just what we do
Why I'm always round the gang
Cause I don't fuck wit you
Don't make me call ya bitch up
Bandz ain't all I'm thumbin thru
Ahh shit why he do that
Yaji baby but you knew that
In my pockets
These is blue racks
Don't give one fuck
Got em too mad
If it's up there
We can do that
You know where to find me
I be somewhere where the loot at
I just bought a new chain
And new ring just to match
She gimme head like Siamese
You would think that we attached
Smokin sour out the patch
Bout grab another batch
Oh no My drip ain't go no manners
So yo bitch is getting snatched
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Writer(s): N. Adderley Jr.
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