That Man ft. Cartel Bo (Official Audio)
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(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav, ayy
Lately been gettin' to the bag (Let's go)
It's kinda hard to get mad, me and
That Glock got connection
You know I can't lag (Ayy)
Put on these clothes, got swag
I'm the one, so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to puttin' me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my P's and Q's but I'm ridin' with an AR
Walk through, diamonds hit, call 'em A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand-new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance
Enroll the trap on a new campus
I got real lovะต for the crack addicts
No Dora, the stick, I can backpack it
Only way is up, ain't no backtrackin'
Drank on my ass, got me tap-dancin'
Pull up in that road likะต I'm romantic
Somewhere catch a play with your ho with me
You can throw the pack far, I'ma go get it
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav, ayy
Lately been gettin' to the bag (Let's go)
It's kinda hard to get mad, me and
That Glock got connection
You know I can't lag (Ayy)
Put on these clothes, got swag
I'm the one, so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to puttin' me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?" (Yeah)
Furious, the foreign fast (Yeah)
Vin Diesel with a bag (Bag)
Young nigga face covered with a flag (Hey)
Phone keep clickin' plays like it's Madden (Yeah)
I hit your block weekly for them bags like
I'm the nigga 'posed to take out the trash (Haha)
Shippin' out big amounts, the order's vast
They wanna be in first, we wanna last (Yeah)
Me and Bank America got a connection
I got the branch manager in the section
He sendin' Bitcoin for a seven
He think the pack came down from Heaven
Dog shit, hand covered in dookie
I heard big homie Hoover out of Houston
Drac' caught on fire, God bless the shooter
Aim at your medulla, knock off his noodle (Grrah)
I ain't here to teach you niggas
I ain't a tutor, I came to conquer blocks like a ruler
Gun start gettin' hot, it's hard to shoot it
That boy got bitch in his eyes, his pupils
You got a lil' money and wanna boost it?
Want an appetizer, she wanna taste it
I live on this trap too, you just on vacation
(For real), all I see is numbers, live in the Matrix (Yeah)
Gotta let this shit ride like Tav, ayy
Lately been gettin' to the bag (Let's go, yeah)
It's kinda hard to get mad (Yeah), me and
That Glock got connection
You know I can't lag (Baow)
Put on these clothes, got swag
I'm the one, so I'm ridin' first class
'Member they used to puttin' me last
Now I got 'em like, "Who is that man?"
I'm in my P's and Q's but I'm ridin' with an AR
Walk through, diamonds hit, call 'em A-Rod
Just got out two bags of that mango kush
Trappin' off a brand-new parpon
These nigga pussy, these tampons
Baby, this Gucci, not Izod
And these Balenci, no New Balance
Just left the bank with a new balance