Man Up Band Up

I know T.D. for the glass, this bitch

(Wally, that's you?)

Hold on, let me get him, bro, let me get him

Damn, bro, you trippy tripping

You got the last, because he wasn't on my side

So I said get him (I said, GG, he be pimping)

Yeah, I be pimping, and I'm a big old temper

He's coming to pass a little bit of ass

I take a bitch and build her

They ready to crash, come through this bitch

I got something that I know gon' flip him

Whip him, treat him like they children

Kill him, now his niggas miss him

Since I got a bag, some niggas act like they don't hate, but I bag the difference

And since I got that bag, I picked up so much weight

I keep my distance

Yeah, pussy, where you from?

You might could do that shit over there

But you do that shit over here, you getting slumped

Man up, band up

Since he do wise, I smoke on crime

You plant up that ten bucks, that Leo ass on what we're on

My Leo ass stuffed in a trunk

And no need, no that nigga

But to sit his ass right next to Duff

For playing with my brother

Soon as I jump out, swing my cutter

Fuck what y'all talking about, it don't mean nothing

I'ma pop out half a hundred

Ain't never drop out, ain't no dummy

Nigga, I brought my thing to launch it

You don't see the gang, then it ain't leaked

'Cause we who bang the function

Think you turned them chains, ain't nothing

If they get sick, that'll hurt your stomach

They play them games up on that neck

For my killers, they all out hunting

Tryna step on something (tryna step on something)

Put that belt on something (put that belt on something)

One don't make you a killer, nigga

Catch another one

Don't come down less than four nickel, nigga

Go get a better gun

I see you mad, I fucked your bitch, little nigga

I got shorty special, huh?

Ran away, that's why niggas die every day

Tell that fuck nigga to stay in his place

I'm slaying with Drake whenever the opps wanna play

I say, fuck it, then hop in the straight

Just jumped the curb and flipped that shit

No, I ain't tryna race

Found out they was in a bird's

And hit that bitch for seven days straight

Hold on, let me get him, bro, let me get him

Damn, bro, you trippy tripping

You got the last, because he wasn't on my side

So I said get him (I said, GG, he be pimping)

Yeah, I be pimping, and I'm a big old temper

He's coming to pass a little bit of ass

I take a bitch and build her

They ready to crash, come through this bitch

I got something that I know gon' flip him

Whip him, treat him like they children

Kill him, now his niggas miss him

Since I got a bag, some niggas act like they don't hate, but I bag the difference

And since I got that bag, I picked up so much weight

I keep my distance

Yeah, pussy, where you from?

You might could do that shit over there

But you do that shit over here, you getting slumped

Man up, band up

Since he do wise, I smoke on crime

You plant up that ten bucks, that Leo ass on what we're on