Getcho Mans

Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger

Uh, getcho mans
If you switchin' up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants
Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Killstreak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Mona Lisas and Picassos, bones are limp, I'm a child, hoe
Cultural vision on a 5-0, waves from when we out, hoe
Came storm like it's X-Men, fuck with me, you is dead man
In my pockets, dead man, and I leap like it's Jumpman
Coach seats in the airman, trophies, don't compare them

(What's a Grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me)
What's a gram to a fake bitch? Indonesian, what's the language?
Think I'm speakin' like a bad bitch, background in a whole different continent
Hoe, we got different ad-libs, hoe, we got different mothers
Hoe, we got different cash, hoe, we got different chances
Hoe, we got different culture

Rollin' deep with my dawgs
You would think it's a veterinary, I reached my goals by January
Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry, gettin' married to the game
Little bitch, we're not the same, and that bitch pussy wet like Johnny Dang
And that bitch done stole my 20k, and I'm jokin', rollie pollie with the Zaza

Sippin' drank, combine it with the foie gras
You goin' need to bargain when you buy, buy
I don't got a problem with the harga
I'm the finished product, you the mockup

Quit the Xanny, bitch, get your bars up
You too slow, just get to the choppa
Just woke up, I get to the commas
You roll joints, I'm rollin' impalas

I do not write, I'm just tellin' my truth
When I get in the booth, I don't fuck with no Judas
Got Mac, no computers
Got so many suns, I don't know where the moon is

If you got a gang man, I got a comuna
We pull up with goonies
But I'd rather sit in my peace like I'm Buddhist
You fuckin' with groupies, I get Mila Kunis

I'm geekin' she gimme the face, uh
I fell in love in the middle of Covid
She badder than Addison Rae, uh
Your man did a post for that Fashion Nova, seven times
And he never got paid, uh

I told my girl, "Hit the mute on the zoom"
And now she takin' off the parade, uh
I took the family, one trip in Japan for the week
Because that's how we're raised

Uh, getcho mans (ayy)
If you switchin' up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got on some heaven pants
Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Killstreak shit on the game then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit
It is gettin' scary, get a crucifix
Thought I'm 'boutta leave, but I renewed the lease
All the snake bitches get a peace sign
Rewind that shit, remind that bitch
We the kings 'fore he turn to ashes, don't forget now, bitch

I'm the man, you a background, ayy
Who the fuck tryna go clash to clash with me?
I'm practically the most savage
The most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen
I'm on caffeine, black jeans denim hold
Bags and keys, you slow Activis I'm sippin' tea

(I'm limpin') 'cause I got a whole game to carry
At the top, you can't reach
Oh my God my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey
Got a check in December
Miss shots like a sober man who don't join the mili-military

Missin', sign you the side of a dairy
Where he go, shit gettin' scary
I don't fish fight, "Bitch, I'm pretty"
Goddamn I'm pretty, bitch

And I'm back in the juice
I don't play by the rules, I don't work in a cube
We attack anything that'll make any moves
I don't make an excuse

Before you walk in, take off the shoes, bitch
All you lil' boys sippin' on Trulys
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words, I'll act in a movie, lil' bitch

I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans
With a bad bitch in the side of this two-seat
Schoolboy gettin' his P's and Q's, I be groovy
Yes, I'm in a new scene, bitch, I got new keys
In Jacuzzis, you be in the nosebleeds, why they all moody?
Bitch, my bands be taller than Uzi
Getcho mans, kick 'em out, like Bruce Lee, ayy

Uh, getcho mans (ayy)
If you switchin' up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got us some leather pants
Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Killstreak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah