Mango 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Ten racks! Ten bands! Tenkay, b*tch!

[Chorus]
Get the f*ck out my circle, you can't ride
All my rhymes, I'm tryna let ride
Rap money good but the trap money pay right
b*tch, I swag and I sauce at the same time
Smoke to the face, made a young n*gga hang glide
b*tch, I feel like Kid Cudi on Day 'N' Nite
That's your b*tch, why she text me late at night?
She said, "Baby, come through" at eight at night
My white b*tch same color, cocoa
Black b*tch, same color, cocoa
Keep my shoes tied, running from the popo
You actin' strange, probably talkin' to the popo

[Verse 1]
n*gga, how you talk sh*t with no goals?
Pull up on a n*gga, lay low 'fore you turn ghost
Light the top of your head like a light bulb
I be runnin' in the rain, I feel like Glost
Rose gold when I trap on my iPhone
Pull up, Tenkay, all the bad hoes, I know
I'm at [odd things?] with your b*tch, need to get [?]
Bad milf b*tch, she like 34 years old
You only get one chance, I get plenty mo’
Say you gettin' bands, b*tch, I get plenty mo’
I'm a pretty b*tch, yeah, I'm a pretty ho
And you know I'm in the H, not the City Mo'
[Refrain]
Yeah, b*tch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Yeah, b*tch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low

[Verse 2]
She said, "Do you believe in God?", I said, "Ion know"
I done lost all my faith, I done lost hope
Stood on my own, that's why I got legs
Yeah, my choppa make beats like that n*gga licks
Boy, don't send me your music, I'm not impressed
Man, I came in the game, left y'all perplexed

[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude]
Yo, this is livin' luxury, and you f*cking with Tenkay, b*tch!

[Chorus]
Get the f*ck out my circle, you can't ride
All my rhymes, I'm tryna let ride
Rap money good but the trap money pay right
b*tch, I swag and I sauce at the same time
Smoke to the face, made a young n*gga hang glide
b*tch, I feel like Kid Cudi on Day 'N' Nite
That's your b*tch, why she text me late at night?
She said, "Baby, come through", I ate her nice
My white b*tch same color, cocoa
Black b*tch, same color, cocoa
Keep my shoes tied, running from the popo
You actin' strange, probably talkin' to the popo
(Tenkay, b*tch!)
[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it, yeah, yeah
b*tch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Yeah, yeah, b*tch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
She said, "Do you believe in God?" I said, "Ion know"
I done lost all my faith, I done lost hope
Stood on my own, that's why I got legs
Yeah, my choppa make beats like that n*gga licks
Boy, don't send me your music, I'm not impressed