No Manners lyrics

by

YTN Paco


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
It’s Paco
Long live Duwop
Yeah, yeah
Way block sh*t

[Chorus]
These n*ggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent f*ck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
f*ck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I want your life don’t want your jewelry
Can’t lеt nobody make a fool of me
It took a while for mе to figure out
I’m tryna grind ain’t tryna hear you speaking
Went to they block, and left they homie leaking
I’m with the same n*ggas everywhere
Can’t see these lames in these Cartier's
Mom raised a real n*gga, don’t really feel n*ggas
These n*ggas broke, these n*ggas bummy so they always stressing
I keep that street sh*t off the net, my opps don’t get the message
Free my n*gga Murda, and it gon be a murder
Gotta keep my 26, and keep doing this music
[Chorus]
These n*ggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent f*ck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
f*ck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches

[Verse 2]
This war will never see the end
Just filled his homie up with hollows
Say it’s up, and never slide
Hate on me but still I’m better
n*ggas p*ssed that I’m too clever
You a b*tch you soft like feathers
All that talking doesn’t matter
'Cause my pockets looking different
Straight from the projects, ain’t taking hand outs
Back then ain’t have nobody, swear I got fans now
They keep on talking 'bout me till they say man down (Man down)
Ain’t got no manners
These n*ggas fools ain’t got no standards
I’m the type of n*gga pull up make you vanish
See I ain’t ordinary
So all these n*ggas fear me
Who don’t hear gon' feel
Let me say this clearly
[Chorus]
These n*ggas wilding, can’t take the violence
My glizzy’s firing, if they think I’m fighting
See I do the most, and I ain’t got no manners
Just sell some food, and watch my money pile up
Try live like me ain’t got no stick
I was lonely on the strip
Youngin wild ain’t got no chill
Independent f*ck a deal
It gets real in the field
4-5 kicking like it’s FIFA
f*ck a thousand, want a mill'
Swear we really in the trenches
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