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Intro
$upreme, you're a bitch
Oh my god, what's up
Chorus: mannyily
Into the back of the crib, I be smacking the booty, that shit finna bounce (Yah)
I got the .45 drum, if you see me outside make you jump out the house (Manny shut up)
I'm over checking the [?] and I just got a Glock with like 500 rounds
They look at me for a show, if I show up, you know that we shutting it down
You telling guys in the city, whatever, on God, I be moving the pounds, huh
I let my bitch hold my chain for a second, I'm thinking that bih finna drown, huh
I see my money keep growing, I need me some bigger and bigger amounts, huh
Everyone know I be owing, I talk on the mic, I'ma fly off the ground
Verse: mannyily
I'ma just go for my cup (cup)
I know when that shit for fun
I'm getting racks, you got none
How much I got, likе a bunch
I wish like me, I'ma munch
I take this bitch thеn I run
Glock on me, can with a drum
Rich ass like bitch you a bomb
Rocking Margiela my fit when I step by the glass, man that shit finna
Cooking that magical shit in the crib
Man I feel like the Wizard of Oz
I'ma jump out the books, straight to a test, I would jump out the car like a frog
All of these robbers be barking, no bite and I call up my bitch like a dog
Verse: Digbar
DigBar gon' handle that box like a U-Haul
Dick on her head, she woke up and saw two balls
Nigga try tell me he fuck on my hoe
I told him I still hit it first like a cue ball
I got plenty more bitches, I ain't worried bout that
She suck me up, I be calling her Count Drac
All of this money need help when I count that
If I fall off, I'ma instantly bounce back
Man, this bitch trying to talk about her day
Man, if you don't just show me them cheeks
They call me the big dick butcher, the way I be throwing this motherfucking meat
DigBar really nice, I'm going to the top and y'all seem scared of heights
I live for the hype, I ain't with the fights
But I'll punch my dick in your wife and then knock out her lights
Like, bitch, I'm in here with Manny, we ducking like Danny
Next year man they better have me at the Grammys
It ain't even close to October
Yo, bitch at my door trying to knock like I'm giving out candy
She said my dick big and I be taking her butt so she calling me Big Dick Randy
And I keep a handful of condoms cause I ain't going to hit that bitch raw these shits come in handy
It’s DigBar, dick longer than a school day
I'm the champ, y'all ain't make it out of pool play
Sweatpants crocs on, it's a cool day
Court side Chi town watch the Bulls play
Man it's Manny and Digbar, we goated
I don't know how these niggas ain't noticed
I don't write shit but on God I'm a poet
Off the top like I already know it
Chorus: mannyily
Into the back of the crib, I be smacking the booty, that shit finna bounce (Yah)
I got the .45 drum, if you see me outside make you jump out the house
I'm over checking the [?] and I just got a Glock with like 500 rounds
They look at me for a show, if I show up, you know that we shutting it down
You telling guys in the city, whatever, on God, I be moving the pounds, huh
I let my bitch hold my chain for a second, I'm thinking that bih finna drown, huh
I see my money keep growing, I need me some bigger and bigger amounts, huh
Everyone know I be owing, I talk on the mic, I'ma fly off the ground
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