Juke 21k - Mans Gone

My man's gone
Aye
Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on
My man's gone
Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on
Hands on
Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms
Ransom
Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome
He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer
Re-up
Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up
Feature
Niggas got to pay me for a feature
Deeper
See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper
Reefer
Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer
Aye
I lost my niggas that's a lot
Can't tell the timing on my watch
Act like he rich and he'll get shot
Aye I'm a creep up with the Glock
Ain't got no gloves I use a sock
Man's gone
Told you I be bleeding like a tampon yeah
Hopped out with that rat-a-tat
You know that boy got blammed on
Been told my opps check out my music
They took too damn long
His mama crying his brother crying
Now that's a funeral a sad song
Known to get the bag gone
Diss me you get flashed on
I'm always known to show my ass
I hit the mall I'm flexing cash
On purpose make these niggas mad
Like aye hoe
You thought you was finna' get to crash
I beat the cheeks and get the ass
It's to the trap to flip the gas
Potato
It go pew that's if that bullet pass
So lay lay low
He owe the loot I slid up on his ass
Like there he go
I had to shoot him I forgot my mask
In broad day tho
My man's gone
Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on
Hands on
Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms
Ransom
Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome
He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer
Re-up
Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up
Feature
Niggas gotta pay me for a feature
Deeper
See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper
Reefer
Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer
Twenty one diamond gang
She peep the racks she peep the chain
Smoke him like some wedding cake
If you want that work you better wait
Made it far from lock in socks
My check got dots like chicken pox
I'm too turnt up I broke the notch
Convicted still gon' tote my Glock
She say she in love with me I fucked her I was never sober
Sneak dissing
Posing
Rah-rah
We run you over
Niggas nickel diming little rocks and bitch I'm pushing boulders
Young fly nigga pull up suicide without a chauffeur
Certified gritter check my drip I'm rocking Gucci loafers
Came with five hitters caught a play cause pussy I'm the coacher
I ain't want to do it had to push his wig back
The last nigga ran up on me had to give him shit bag
And fuck that internet beef this shit too deep and they know
We pulling up sticked up ten deep
And with me
I got four hoes
And I
Been a real nigga way before though
We really thuggin' in this bitch don't want to take no photo
My man's gone
Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on
Hands on
Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms
Ransom
Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome
He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer
Re-up
Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up
Feature
Niggas gotta pay me for a feature
Deeper
See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper
Reefer
Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer

Written by:
La'Dontae Taylor

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