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i'm the man now - 26ar lyrics

[intro]
luca on the track
ayy, ar (ayo eli, what the f*ck?!)

[bridge 1]
i seen y’all in apartment, done ran out
sh*t, what’s the plan now
n*ggas disses, but n*ggas be fanned out
go clear out the spot, n*ggas ran out
i could f*ck any b*tch, i’m the man now
i turn a good girl nasty
i made the whole city jack me
i gotta get to the cashy

[verse 1]
’cause i like to pop out flashy
automatic, i get him drenched
he ain’t tryna ball, gotta play the bench
he couldn’t see us, we ride with tints
call up [?] and n*ggas ain’t seen him since
fourty round knock him down, do damage
got him movin’ like junebug challenge
known for playin’ with tools like mechanics
i don’t wrestle like randy, i’m savage
b*tch ain’t freaky, then shе can’t get a ride home
wе left they ass in a telly
you a treesh from where you from and i heard about it
so don’t come over here being friendly
you gotta admit i’m too real man, local mail man, i still go to they block
once you start seeing them mills man, all your real friends, they might turn into opps
i know they, gon’ pop ’cause i’m hot
but i just, sit back and i watch
i’m with deady g and they g’ing for guap
b*tch, and we get it a lot
i ain’t comin’ in if i can’t come with a glock
in the club stichy, sneak it in the spot
get money, f*ck b*tches, we do it a lot
i could have drench ’em go clear out your block
[chorus]
i’m the man now, i got fake opps, n*ggas fant out
i’m in fear, how? when i came in, n*ggas ran out
understand now, it ain’t bands now, i can’t hang out
you a bluffer, you had it, but you ain’t up it when it rang out

[verse 2]
b*tch i’m stichy, don’t ask me to dance
my drip get imported from france
i might hit the young n*gga flex
but i will not do a whole dance
i need spits, i don’t need romance
slide dolie, i don’t need no man
b*tch don’t lay on my mattress with pants
say i change ’cause i’m all about bands

[bridge 2]
uh, i ain’t never do nothing for cool points
(n*ggas be looking for cool points)
n*ggas go broke tryna prove points
(n*ggas go broke tryna keep up)
your new b*tch look like my old joint (that b*tch is trash)
drippy demon, i pull up on any block in a rolls royce

[verse 3]
b*tch you know what i paid for this off*white
off a perky, she tryna f*ck all night
opps know when they see me it’s on sight
n*ggas know i get packs like coors light
i get my drip from [?]
why you always gettin’ some peanut?
n*ggas telling for a misdemeanor
man i just did four, light
(on bro)
[chorus]
i’m the man now, i got fake opps, n*ggas fant out
i’m in fear, how? when i came in, n*ggas ran out
understand now, it ain’t bands now, i can’t hang out
you a bluffer, you had it, but you ain’t up it when it rang out

- 26ar lyrics

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