I’m The Man Now lyrics

[Intro]
Luca on the track
Ayy, AR (Ayo Eli, what the f*ck?!)

[Verse 1]
I seen y'all unemployment done ran out
sh*t, what's the plan now?
n*ggas diss us, but n*ggas be fanned out
Go cloud 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
'Cause I like to pop out flashy
Automatic, I get 'em drenched
You ain't tryna ball, gotta play the bench
He couldn't see us, we ride with tints
Caught him loafin' and n*ggas ain't seen him since
Forty-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, she can't get a ridе home
We left thеy ass in a telly
You a treesh where you from and I heard about you
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 that AG and the G is 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 drenched 'em, go clear out your block, uh
[Chorus]
I'm the man now, I got fake opps, n*ggas fanned 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 mans
b*tch don't lay on my mattress with pants
Say I changed 'cause I'm all about bands
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
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 Nieman
Why you always gettin' subpoenaed?
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 fanned 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