See I was on road
Really manna can't bend or fold
Fat boy lurking, man it was cold
Never do shit that you've been told, I say no cap while I type in bold
Im gold
You lot are greasy, you manna are mold
And If you try phone, I'll put it on hold, so don't chat shit you manna old so
Brap brap brap with the skeng i shot him
Anyone tryna pipe up ill shock him
Getting 1 track top 10, that's nothing
Dot wants smoke but he knows he's rotten'
5 top tens but he knows I'm comin'
You manna chat shit, i press buttons
You don't want smoke fam, you manna are buzzin'
Talk about coke fam you manna are fuzzin'
84911, my G
Honestly you will get burned on sight G
You manna can't take this that's wisely
I was on road with T and Riley
Can't make pop manna grime like Wiley
Producer Waves, yeah fam that's likely
If you wanna link up dem man dere, better call my phone, I'm gettin' rowdy
Bro just low' me
I will jack sun like it's gettin' cloudy
ZBN I'm shoutin' that loudly
Big back ting Im callin' her bouncy
Gettin' all drowsy
Locked in county
See manna locked in county fucked up shit
Fuck one hit
I'm done with people telling me I ain't gonna make this shit
You manna pricks
Guess who's back
Grizmo back
With new tracks
Get a man smacked
Don't deal coke and I don't smoke crack
Manna get loud with 15 racks
Manna get dashed like quarterback
Manna get dashed like this and that
Manna get dashed like Tom and cat