Mine (Remix)
I've been dunking on that punch from manchafela
Keepin all my beats i'll never eva sell em
We be on the block with the team in the summer
On my block you cross the street then you a sucka
.38 i got em strapped on to my chest
.22 inside the pocket of the vest
I might trade all of my bitches for tank
Fuck wit us we take your head up of your neck
Riding slowly you can catch me in the south
You want the smok them we can bring it to your house
Fuck a fade this ain't a cut we serious now
This is the mafia so nigga watch yo mouth
Haven't released anything new it's been awhile
So they do what they steal my shit they steal my style
But its cool cuz it proves that this is catchy
So then if you want more then you can ask me
But don't steal shit that ain't right
You wanna learn then ask me nice
I don't bite i dont attack
Except when they claim its there track
Waste your time finding the right
Sounds on a song so you can write
But this is hard for me atleast
Gotta prep som shit before its released
Since they did that this went to waste
And now this song is a fucking disgrace
I just do this shit for fun don't break my pride
Nigga just relax and do the toosie slide
Don't you think that was a diss so just chill out
I just don't like niggas that use me for clout
But shit enough of me just talking nonsense
Let me get back to the chorus leave a comment
Straight from N-Y-C to the south
Try to disrespect me i'll buss your mouth
And we do this shit for real not for clout
Keep your check mouth wet in a drought
Man she suck it all up like a pro
And i'm high off life not the dro
I let my chips stack up escro
On a different typpa time so u know
I've been dunking on that punch from manchafela
Keepin all my beats i'll never eva sell em
We be on the block with the team in the summer
On my block you cross the street then you a sucka
.38 i got em strapped on to my chest
.22 inside the pocket of the vest
I might trade all of my bitches for tank
Fuck wit us we take your head up of your neck
Riding slowly you can catch me in the south
You want the smok them we can bring it to your house
Fuck a fade this ain't a cut we serious now
This is the mafia so nigga watch yo mouth
Keepin all my beats i'll never eva sell em
We be on the block with the team in the summer
On my block you cross the street then you a sucka
.38 i got em strapped on to my chest
.22 inside the pocket of the vest
I might trade all of my bitches for tank
Fuck wit us we take your head up of your neck
Riding slowly you can catch me in the south
You want the smok them we can bring it to your house
Fuck a fade this ain't a cut we serious now
This is the mafia so nigga watch yo mouth
Haven't released anything new it's been awhile
So they do what they steal my shit they steal my style
But its cool cuz it proves that this is catchy
So then if you want more then you can ask me
But don't steal shit that ain't right
You wanna learn then ask me nice
I don't bite i dont attack
Except when they claim its there track
Waste your time finding the right
Sounds on a song so you can write
But this is hard for me atleast
Gotta prep som shit before its released
Since they did that this went to waste
And now this song is a fucking disgrace
I just do this shit for fun don't break my pride
Nigga just relax and do the toosie slide
Don't you think that was a diss so just chill out
I just don't like niggas that use me for clout
But shit enough of me just talking nonsense
Let me get back to the chorus leave a comment
Straight from N-Y-C to the south
Try to disrespect me i'll buss your mouth
And we do this shit for real not for clout
Keep your check mouth wet in a drought
Man she suck it all up like a pro
And i'm high off life not the dro
I let my chips stack up escro
On a different typpa time so u know
I've been dunking on that punch from manchafela
Keepin all my beats i'll never eva sell em
We be on the block with the team in the summer
On my block you cross the street then you a sucka
.38 i got em strapped on to my chest
.22 inside the pocket of the vest
I might trade all of my bitches for tank
Fuck wit us we take your head up of your neck
Riding slowly you can catch me in the south
You want the smok them we can bring it to your house
Fuck a fade this ain't a cut we serious now
This is the mafia so nigga watch yo mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Oscar M. Ambriz Orozco, Trezel O Mcneil
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