Letras
We got many men, yeah yeah
Many Men
Grrrr
We got many men, yeah yeah
We gon do for ends
We gon do for ends, yeah yeah
We gon do for them
They ain't do for them, nah nah
Won't stop til it ends
Won't stop til it ends, ahh ahh
We gon for your friends
We got many men, yeah yeah
Ahh, we got many men
We gon do for them but-
They ain't got Dividends nah nah
Won't stop til it ends, won't stop til it ends, ahh ahh
We gon for your friends, we got many men, yeah yeah
I done had sauce and I empty the SIG
Aim for the head we don't aim for no ribs
Tuff since a baby but you need bib
Silencer shots that's no adlibs
We was by the plaza we was posted by the strip
How you gunna feel when you got forty mans outside your crib?
On my doley ion move wit many men
Antisocial I don't need many friends
Where they going? Gon stop me out in Bens
Needa whip in a all black Benz
Fully focus I pop me a addy
Fuck her good help her sleep like a Xanny
Lots of baggin' that shit had me stessin'
Smarten up had to learn from a lesson
And I'm counting them racks foshore
My niggas gon come in a Benz fosure
Keep it D-Lo I linked up wit D-Lo
And she fuckin' wit me 13Lado
My Italiano smoke Gelato
Ain't no stopping baby go for throttle
For my Angels I pour out the bottle
Never switch on the fham that's the motto
Hop out slide in Benz
You can't comprehend nah nah
Why you cannot spend
Stain your bread suspend yeah yeah
Lyfe you must attend
What do you intend? Ahh ahh
Won't stop til it ends
We got many men, yeah yeah
Free all my demons that's up in the bin
They breaking laws and they lovin' the sin
Steppin' on opps in these all Black Tims
Drowning my demons cuz they cannot swim
Slide on the opps n we got many men
We did it once and we did it again
It Wasn't Planned I'm wit Evil Twin
OTM 116 but we gon do it all again
We got many man
All black in a ski in a mini van
Play with us we strapped up might just kill man
Focused on money tryna get me some more bands
Come from a place where the Glock do the talking
Problems we solve em with bullets to the noggin
I'm from a place where them bullets rain havoc
We savage, keep the heat in my outdoor jacket (Uh)
I got demons in my head still manage (How?)
Gotta keep in my head that these niggas want me dead
For my nigga my day one man I want revenge
My nigga my day one he might owe me bread
But he never in debt (Nah nah)
This can get real (Ye Ye)
My nigga my guy in the field do drillin'
Don't care for your feelings
This can get real (Ye Ye)
We loadin' up choppers got good grip
This on my hip is a real stick
How you talk from a far you a real b—
Wouldn't slide for your dawgs make you an even a bigger b—
Ha! You stupid
How could you believe we the same I really do this
I really do this!
It's $kyez in the lane and I'm boomin'
Zoomin', comin' for more with a rude clip
Who dis? Man them nigga they clueless
Them nigga runnin' so fast they went shoeless
Out with the gang and my niggas they shootin'
Ye, cause I'm with shooters
Many, killers, many
Yeah, I got many men
Many Men
We got many men, yeah yeah
We got many men, yeah yeah