The Mange (feat. leer)

Make the feds come on and stop me
I been sipping wocky wocky
Yeah
Red tips In my new heater look like takis
Monkey nuts horny they gone buss on everybody
No really if it ain't money we don't care bout it
Pull up
Stunt
Water drip
All my niggas in my area got money in this bitch
Oh she fucking on everybody do you care about this bitch?
223s ready knock to his waves off his shit
Call my gun rover with a scope it got range on it
Damn
She took her hair off look like the mange on it
Damn
Life's like a game with no save on it
5k for the Cartier I spent pape on it
Bitch
It ain't my birthday but I got cake on me
Killin' niggas like I gotta shovel with a rake on me
Bitches say I'm toxic but what's yo take on me
Damn
Receipts for errythang ain't shit fake on me
Yeah I know a nigga who gone rob but in the day only
Sprinter van yeah I'm in here dolo with a K on me
CPR imma tell this bitch put her face on me
Haircut every two days crispy stay on me
Can't trust shit
Ah bitch ah put a case on me
I ain't saving shit bitch do U see a cape on me?
Hunt a nigga down in some camo it's just bape on me
Take a gram dab niggas swore I had a vape on me
Yeah my soul died years ago when granny did
Yeah I got too high I think I know where my granny is
Yeah I know a nigga he don't work but handle biz
Lit off the wax like a tip of a candle is

Hold that pussy in my pocket that's a fleshlight
No stock on the K so it feel light
Yellow tape across turf only field lights
That's that nigga fault wondering what the field like
Grab a faygo for the wock fuck a dirty sprite
She trying to get him bag fuck him outta spite
Cause I left her on read she really out my life
Call her friend up na this bitch wanting all my time.
Member When i ain't never wanna work now all i do is grind
Never get a statement outta me cause I ain't see the crime
Beat the pussy so damn good she wanna another round
Penny for your thoughts otherwise these niggas all clown

Wocka wocka Wocka wocka wocka
Bitch I'm Pac-Man
Never spend ten minutes with that plug that's a trap man
Robbin' season ever hit the D then I'm gatman
Bitch said she only give head to the skcat man

My nigga pull up with all tints think the driver gone
Flip said he never ride the platinum all he do is chrome
Thought i was screwed house way i sip it slow
Wash a perc 30 down with some Henny baby are you home

I was crippin' in Chanel a
you can tell i was Rolling Stoned
Fuck a baby mama that's some drama that I never want
So i keep a rubber in the cover where i keep the chrome
Want some head in bed snatch the covers yeah i see you hoe



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Writer(s): Cameron Brown
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