Mandalorian (feat. StanWill)
(It's Danny G, bitch)
Bitch, bitch, ayy
Bitch, ayy, huh, huh
I could drop a opp, drop a song then go drop a chain
Fuck around, came Play tee but I'm not for games
I'll pop a nigga in his shit, yeah, I got some aim
I'm a shooting star, bought a Glock 'cause I got some fame
Bitch, I'm with Dorien
If it's pape', yeah, I'm flooring it
Whole fit from overseas, I got foreign drip
In a spaceship, blaster on me, Mandalorian
How many times I gotta say it? I'm the fucking GOAT
Did the opps say they up? Almost fucking choked
Heavy splash in my clothes, should've bought a boat
Doing fraud, fake ID, bitch, I'm Austin Snow
One of one, I'm unique, ain't no duplicate
Like I saw a rim on a opp, I'ma shoot his shit
Lil' slut ain't talking 'bout no head? I'ma juke the bitch
On the road dodging feds, on some elusive shit
Feel like David Blaine through this bitch, how I play with cards
I just caught a opp and shot a movie but I ain't with Art
Fly around with that metal on me but I ain't with Stark
Out in ATL with that, we escape the narcs
Got a ten ball on me, shoes eighty bucks
Feel like Giannis, jamming chips but we ain't the Bucks
Hunnid round in the chop, it got hanging nuts
Bitch, is you throwing neck or not? I don't hang with sluts
Laser beam, hollow tips, that's the Glocky talk
Just hit Saks with a punch, that's the Rocky talk
Nah, for real, bitch, I'm on, you can't knock me off
Told the bitch keep her bottoms on, baby top me off
Ksubi jeans, big B's, made her hit knees
Always knew that I'd be the GOAT since I was sixteen
Nah, for real, bitch, I always had some big dreams
Thought a broke opp said something, bitch, please
'Cause it was never that
I'll have my slime wipe his nose, he was never slatt
You would think I'm married to the Glock, I'm forever strapped
Shot the same roll in three hands, niggas sharing racks
Talking shit, walking lick, lil' bro'll off his shit
Knew that we would win from the jump, really saw this shit
Knowing damn well that ain't exotic and you bought that shit
Knowing damn well you ain't gon' shoot and you bought that stick
Ran it up, Balencis on, almost tripped and fell
Glocky on me, if you try, that's a trip to Hell
Online with some punches, grabbing shit from Dell
I'm living lavish, you take losses, those some different L's
Bitch, I'm with Dorien
If it's pape', yeah, I'm flooring it
Whole fit from overseas, I got foreign drip
In a spaceship, blaster on me, Mandalorian
Bitch, bitch, ayy
Bitch, ayy, huh, huh
I could drop a opp, drop a song then go drop a chain
Fuck around, came Play tee but I'm not for games
I'll pop a nigga in his shit, yeah, I got some aim
I'm a shooting star, bought a Glock 'cause I got some fame
Bitch, I'm with Dorien
If it's pape', yeah, I'm flooring it
Whole fit from overseas, I got foreign drip
In a spaceship, blaster on me, Mandalorian
How many times I gotta say it? I'm the fucking GOAT
Did the opps say they up? Almost fucking choked
Heavy splash in my clothes, should've bought a boat
Doing fraud, fake ID, bitch, I'm Austin Snow
One of one, I'm unique, ain't no duplicate
Like I saw a rim on a opp, I'ma shoot his shit
Lil' slut ain't talking 'bout no head? I'ma juke the bitch
On the road dodging feds, on some elusive shit
Feel like David Blaine through this bitch, how I play with cards
I just caught a opp and shot a movie but I ain't with Art
Fly around with that metal on me but I ain't with Stark
Out in ATL with that, we escape the narcs
Got a ten ball on me, shoes eighty bucks
Feel like Giannis, jamming chips but we ain't the Bucks
Hunnid round in the chop, it got hanging nuts
Bitch, is you throwing neck or not? I don't hang with sluts
Laser beam, hollow tips, that's the Glocky talk
Just hit Saks with a punch, that's the Rocky talk
Nah, for real, bitch, I'm on, you can't knock me off
Told the bitch keep her bottoms on, baby top me off
Ksubi jeans, big B's, made her hit knees
Always knew that I'd be the GOAT since I was sixteen
Nah, for real, bitch, I always had some big dreams
Thought a broke opp said something, bitch, please
'Cause it was never that
I'll have my slime wipe his nose, he was never slatt
You would think I'm married to the Glock, I'm forever strapped
Shot the same roll in three hands, niggas sharing racks
Talking shit, walking lick, lil' bro'll off his shit
Knew that we would win from the jump, really saw this shit
Knowing damn well that ain't exotic and you bought that shit
Knowing damn well you ain't gon' shoot and you bought that stick
Ran it up, Balencis on, almost tripped and fell
Glocky on me, if you try, that's a trip to Hell
Online with some punches, grabbing shit from Dell
I'm living lavish, you take losses, those some different L's
Bitch, I'm with Dorien
If it's pape', yeah, I'm flooring it
Whole fit from overseas, I got foreign drip
In a spaceship, blaster on me, Mandalorian
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sebastien Gaglio, Stan Will
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