IM DA MAN lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah

[Verse]
Got the beam on the Glock, I ain't missing sh*t
Baby mama beg for child support, b*tch can eat di*k
Girl don't wear Amiri, bum b*tch, you can't afford this sh*t
Pulled up in some foreign sh*t
Lil' b*tch can't afford this sh*t
Opps on my di*k, they ain't did sh*t, they ain't pop out
I check my mailbox, Glock out, b*tch I'll pop out
They said I can't come back to the city, sh*t, they bump they head
I'll slide through Goodman & Garson, fifty-thousand in my hand
My momma out the hood, they said Nephew he might go fast
f*ck rap, I'll catch a body and go and cut my dreads
I'll send my Grandma money on her birthday to see her smile again
They see me drunk driving in that f*cker and he wilin' again
My b*tch give me head when I ain't ask, I swear to God I love her
Bougie n*gga, baby, I'm tryna f*ck you on some Gucci covers
I get up turn my swag on, ain't got sh*t to do with Soulja Boy
Cash money b*tch, I feel like some Magnolia boy
I feel like BG when he got let out
Fresh home and ran the bag up, the opps still stressed out
b*tch, Nephew now, you ain't gotta say I'm next out
High-five, call the paramedics, the opps is stretched out
I don't drink no lean, n*gga
My auntie was a fiend, n*gga
Granddaddy died from AIDS, and my Grandma was a queen, n*gga
My daddy sold poles, and I ain't still get to know the n*gga
Wish I could FaceTime him, a new .40, I'm tryna show the n*gga
A hunnid flights in fifty-six weeks, I had a good year
He went there and went there
And stayed there and went there
They said, what, he can't go there but he went there
b*tch this ain't Canadian Goose or Guess jacket, it's Moncler
I spent ten-thousand in a week
Life I'm living, sh*t ain't cheap
I hustle cause I gotta eat
I got some sh*t I gotta speak
It's hard for me to f*cking sleep
I'm having nightmares in my dream
I wake up to my Glock and check the window just to peep the scene
I keep on staring at the camera, wifey think I'm paranoid
Crack sells like Mondo Burger, Auntie think it's steroids
Beam on that b*tch, I get to pointing it like a Polaroid
Earing in my ear, that sh*t bigger than a keloid
My b*tch booty big as hell, I love her with them shorts on
I'm bout to get that Range but I was thinking bout getting my Porsche on
Every week I'm balling
Every month I'm balling
Every year I'm balling
I'm Mr. Still Balling
I had to change my number
Them thirsty hoes calling
Gucci sweater on, I'm getting missing like I'm Waldo