Pedro Manuel - u know me.

You'd think anybody but me could do that?
Ever in a billion years
Do you think if god existed, he could do it?
The answer is no, if god exists, it's fucking me
Hop outside the truck, she do what I wanna
All that gas inside the booth, that shit marijuana
That bitch is a whore for me
She a maid do chores for me
Sucking on my drawers you see
This ain't rated R you bitch
You don't know shit
I was up inside the room with a dumb bitch
Only thing she good for is sucking dick
I don't really need to talk
Look at how I do it
Cuz this shit slap and I don't need a beat to go and fucking prove it
Ay yuh, I don't wanna talk when I got face off
Told your ass to speak up now I really got my face up
Cock the gun click back and shit go grrt grrt
She be a trooper like soulja boy, Superman that hoe like ya ya
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
Uh do you really think you know me seen the come up and they wanna start fucking with me
I don't really shut the fuck up got ten hoes with me and they don't even shut the fuck up
I don't say nothing to these bitches
Cuz I'm the best you ever witnessed
This beat like Dahmer made a victim
Talk in all caps that shit gon hit you
I just listen, I ain't stupid
When I'm dead I'm gonna haunt you
That chill up up on your shoulder
That be I be, I be lookin' (hi)
Look at me so narcissistic like these bitches I be with 'em
They don't mean nothing to me, all they do is sit pretty
Who the fuck is P Manuel?
Oh you know him? He rap so well (how is he?)
He better than all you niggas
Cuz that boy spazzing on tracks
Running with the newbies on that track
You know how the fuck he be doing
Never had no shit before so I be going so stupid
Yeah yeah, never had shit don't have shit
Bitches on me and I bag it
Whatchu mean I be bragging?
That shit just straight facts tho
Y'all were laughing when I had no flow
I'm baker that shit called dough
Is something you get yeah you know
I gotta remind cuz y'all slow
The bars Ferris Buller
Need me a day off
My car straight boolin'
I'm with my Migos
We bad and bougee
Rip takeoff
We sending them rockets
Got it- fuck wait
Wait I just caught the beat stop fucking playing
All this shit going over your head
You hear what the fuck I'm saying?
All this on me I'm fucking paying
Percocet I pop two clips
Extended mag that shit don't miss
I don't fucking know how I did it
Yeah I don't know how I fucking did it
Yeah they love it, I know they dig it
Hell hounds we straight up digging
And we get that money no problem
Lots of drugs over here I solve it
You know how I fucking rock it
You know I'm fucking my shit
You niggas ain't shit but
Just stop it alright?
Cuz you think you really know me
You don't
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
You really think you know me huh?
Can you just pick up?
Jesus Christ why won't you pick up?
Before I fucking off myself already I hate this god complex

Written by:
pedro figueroa

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