(Intro)
Banger
The Manager
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
(Verse 1)
They in my business, they tryna treat me like a menace, they tryna turn me down
You know I'm different, I'm walking around with my skinnies, I'm Saint Laurent down
Saying "he stable," that nigga had got off the table, so we had to calm down
Come to the 'Raq with a rack, you think I'm dramatic, you niggas get shot down
Went out of town, they say I had a warrant for a murder, that shit gotta die down
I'm like ta-da, nigga had put up his work, that nigga had got down
Can't hide no body around, can't hide no thotty around, 'cause niggas gon' bail out
When he was balling, I had to go sit down and wait on my turn before we had fell out
And I was standing my ground, I ain't havе nobody around, I'm fighting assault
I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith & Wesson, but I got caught
I got Sam for all my casеs, you know damn well he getting me off
Better do hair and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out
I done did street shit to a street nigga and every time, I ain't get caught
I had a best friend with a best friend, she a lesbian, I thought
I got my gas in, I went to the West end, I ain't go to the trunk
Keep it a buck, I was just listenin' to Gucci and Jeezy, ain't listen to Pump
You a killer, you ride with wolves
Why you tell 'em we not into it?
Park the car, they gon' jump out the door
Catch you slipping, you get a reward
And they snatchin' my people for it
Got the keys, Alicia know it
Geeking, Addy up, hittin' the wood
In that cat with the Drac' out the door
(Chorus)
Wow, wow, wow
Why you telling niggas we into it?
Why you telling niggas we goin' to war?
I don't even know about them boys
Wow, wow, wow
Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars
We ain't tryna make peace with them boys
Niggas know what they did and they—
Wow, wow, wow
Whenever it's war, then you gotta move
You seein' your homie you called on the news
And I don't even talk, I'm so confused
Wow, wow, wow
You getting indicted from the computer
I don't even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they're my shooters
Wow, wow, wow
(Verse 2)
In the trenches, you don't get a scholarship
A delivery, you sold to the cop or some
You a member, you hop in the car with them
Pay some hoes, you know I ain't gon' bother them
On parole, on the road with my partner 'nem
When you low, reload, get out of there
He ain't got it, you know that he out of there
Inside the Track', it's a red car
No cap and I'm rapping my ass off
Sipping a four with my pants off, it making me feel like a grandpa
You can go have you a shootout, don't mean you ain't a killer 'cause you ain't gon' land one
Nigga be bringing up pushin', be around bushes, I'ma go lay in one
Nigga be pussy, bringin' up shit they ain't do, that's why I don't be saying nothin'
Back in the day with his mask and his MAC in his lap, we ain't totin' no handgun
Back in the day with his head in his lap from the MAC, I went to Cancun
I didn't report last time I went to court, I took my last shroom
Hop on the back of the Benji, I want some candy
When you be bringing up high speed, you need a red key
I'm the type to hop on a flight with a warrant, you gotta catch me
I'm the type to pop me a pill with a orange juice, don't catch me
(Chorus)
Wow, wow, wow
Why you telling niggas we into it?
Why you telling niggas we goin' to war?
I don't even know about them boys
Wow, wow, wow
Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars
We ain't tryna make peace with them boys
Niggas know what they did and they—
Wow, wow, wow
Whenever it's war, then you gotta move
You seein' your homie you called on the news
And I don't even talk, I'm so confused
Wow, wow, wow
You getting indicted from the computer
I don't even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they're my shooters
Wow, wow, wow
(Outro)
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
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