MAN...

Man, we be getting hotter than our feet up in the sand

Jumping off a plane, like "where we boutta go and land?"

I've been feeling fresher than a colder soda can

Looking in the mirror I'm the motherfucking man

Motherfucking man,

You posted in her DM's and she post me on the Gram

Said it once before and I got fans up in Japan

Cleaning out my spam and I just seen a couple grand

Boutta be a milli, Beezus goin' silly

Neck on ice it's chilly and I'm hotter than some chili

Always in my zone-y, pockets padded like a lily

Know a couple homies keep that uzi like it's Philly

You know what the deal-y

Rappers always talking 'bout some shooting

But that boy a bonfire, cause he really wouldn't

I got thick skin, cuz, I'm feeling like some pudding

Never really losing, I guess you can call me Putin, like man

Man, we be getting hotter than our feet up in the sand

Jumping off a plane, like "where we boutta go and land?"

I've been feeling fresher than a colder soda can

Looking in the mirror I'm the motherfucking man

Aye

Calm it down, you fuckin' stans

I'm the colonel poppin' off, cooking with the fuckin' pan

Pissin' on these rappers, yellow urine, my dick up in their hand

Going with the flow, cause I don't give a fuck about a plan, nope

I'm doing what I wish, I hope you understnad

Pushing product like El Chapo, no mercy for no mans

Believe me

I'm better than them dudes you see on TV

Take away your breath like you're suffering from TB

Best believe that this duo independent

Something special like a picture in a pendant

Getting green like my messages are sending

Rapper dirty, I don't fuck with disinfectant

Spray 'em all, one by one, like this mic is just a semi

One, two, three, let's go

Man, we be getting hotter than our feet up in the sand

Jumping off a plane, like "where we boutta go and land?"

I've been feeling fresher than a colder soda can

Looking in the mirror I'm the motherfucking man