Bitch I'm the Man

I got snow, I got dro Everything for the low I be posted by that store, everything must go Everything must go, every fiend must know I got three for the ten, give em one for the four Let them know, I got coke, everything for the low What you need? call bro, gotta go back to the store Every fiend must know, everything must go Give em three for the ten, maybe one for the four Everything for the low, bet they thinking I don't make much A few days the work gone, y'all boys take months I save up, I don't take fronts, no rotation we face blunts Posted up, got killers with me and I dare a nigga to say something They like bibby you intelligent, coulda' been a president I'd rather be a dope boy, I really love selling shit My last batch was fucked up, I think I need some better shit Ain't nothing but cocaine and choppers at my residence Swear my manners on one track, you ain't talking money it's irrelevant And I only fuck with about two niggas cause you niggas be telling shit If the block hot I don't come around, snitch niggas get dumped down Let the forty cal go baw! baw! about thirty more of them gun sounds I got snow, I got dro Everything for the low Couple bands in my jeans, balling hard with my team Rack full of them one's, I be serving all of them fiends Pull up murder scene, with the girl of your dreams 40 Glock with that beam, robin jeans with them wings Say don't fuck around with them no limits, you fuck around and get smoked And if you fuck around and get two fronts then you fuck around and get poked It ain't no joke, niggas gon blow, straight AK everybody hit the floor All black mask ain't nobody gon know, bibby got crack nigga do you wanna smoke Yeah, my plug is a redneck, get them pounds in shout out fed-ex Get in the way of that count nigga, got a TEC-9 I'm spraying that I ain't slow, quit saying that, I just don't know where my head at And if you talking shit on yo block that's the same place you'll be laying at I got snow, I got dro Everything for the low