Dialect & Manners lyrics

[Intro]
Except I'll put my dog away, and I'll come back
And you got 1, 2, 3, and I'll do it along with you
And that, back of that fence
Just the 3 of us, 4 of us, me and you
Show you what kind of a man you are, you're less than a man

[Verse]
Verbatim I told him (uh uh)
It's my word is mine, [it's only?] (you know it)
[?] as they told me
Seven pop, finna cry in the four-door (for real)
Souls is over-vulnerable (uh)
n*gga want a mission, nah, not that I told you (yeah)
I miss being with [?]
But now sh*t just best for the both of us
And I see you're doing your thing girl (god damn)
I told you life'll open up
And you ain't gotta worry about [my decision?] (not at all)
[Marry now?] girl for the next several months
I've been dropped my sh*t and then grown up (yeah)
I ain't got no reason be lyin' to (uh huh)
My kin-folk love me like cooked food (for real)
I'm riding with pirates and cowboys (whoa)
I turn that townhouse to a [jan-spot?] (yeah)
He used to want smoke, he [off-hand?] now ([?])
Germany dealing man Ascot (yeah!)
You see me [?] you're weird now (boom)
Come see how my career pan out (whoa)
When it come to myself, I won't let me down (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Smoke weed and go where the promotor gon' book us
How many girls can fit in the tour bus?
How many n*ggas done died before us?
How many days? n*gga, gotta keep goin' (straight up)
Smoke weed and go where the promotor gon' book us
How many girls can fit in the tour bus?
How many n*ggas done died before us?

[Verse]
I post a picture, now she question where she seein' you (alright)
Every piece of fortune in here mid-century (uh huh)
I get confused when I sit in the coupe seat (boy yeah)
The trunk in the front where the engine's supposed to be (boy yeah)
[?], success could only rationalize
n*gga no pretend, I was selling half a pound, I was [?] the gods (whoa)
Justification, weekly allowance (yeah)
A difference between a inch and a mile (yeah)
Seein' you on pish-posh sh*t, n*gga (what it is)
Worryin' about the incidental (well tell 'em)
Preference on relatability (yeah bro)
[?] (yeah bro)
She'd a sex face-to-face with me
Givin' [the codes and the sacred?] check to me

[Chorus]
Smoke weed and go where the promotor gon' book us
How many girls can fit in the tour bus?
How many n*ggas done died before us?
How many days? n*gga, gotta keep goin' (straight up)
Smoke weed and go where the promotor gon' book us
How many girls can fit in the tour bus?
How many n*ggas done died before us?