Maneuver (Bonus)

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?

They say that a young nigga a problem
They don't know what to do with me
I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me
Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry
Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this

She likin' the way I maneuver
He ain't move right, so we left his madula
Try to run up, you was too stuck
Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler?
With the gang, and we packin' your crew up
Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt
With the gang, and we packin' your crew up
Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR)

Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one)
Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha)
I seen them guns in your videos
When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom)
You said I switched, and I changed
But you're really the fool one (hold on)
But you're really the fool one

Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow)
And if you fuck with them niggas
That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch)
Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O)
Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas
(Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no

I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna
Now they love how a nigga maneuver
Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya
Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor

Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked
Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short)
You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?)
Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks

Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin'
We got more weapons than your gang
If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah
That boy is gonna see his grave
(Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin')
(We got more weapons than your gang)
(If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah)
(That boy is gonna see his grave) AR

Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost
Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off
Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom)
Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off

I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all)
That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs)
Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom)
Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on

They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh)
D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom)
Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well)
How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?)

That's crazy (that's crazy)
If you get locked up, don't say me (at all)
If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way)
Want a feature? Pay me

Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me)
Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy)
Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch)
Got guns, like the, look

Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran)
Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never)
Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville
I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that
I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah)
He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR)

They say that a young nigga a problem
They don't know what to do with me
I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me
Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry
Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this

She likin' the way I maneuver
He ain't move right, so we left his madula
Try to run up, you was too stuck
Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler?
With the gang, and we packin' your crew up
Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt
With the gang, and we packin' your crew up
Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR)

(Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin')
(We got more weapons than your gang)
(If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah)
(That boy is gonna see his grave)
(Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin')
(We got more weapons than your gang)
(If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah)
(That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Lau, Elias Reitzfeld, Ahnias Williams, Ololade Olaniyi
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