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