M Boys lyrics

[Intro: Maar]
Chopz
E, what's good, gang?
What we on?
Huh, f*ck it
Huh

[Verse 1: Maar]
b*tch, what gun I wanna pick today?
Yeah, the police took my 9 and I really like my 40s, I'ma stick to Drac' (Huh)
Cuttin' n*ggas off that want money, but can't get the pape'
How you hatin' on your mans gettin' money and he just demonstrated? (Huh)
Yeah, I feel like Ali on Sports Illustrated
Knockin' n*ggas down with one punch like come get your mans up
Huh, talkin' like he got his gun, but his hands up
n*ggas thinkin' sh*t funny, alright, n*gga, stand up
Huh, n*ggas that be with you be the first to get you
That's when I first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
I ain't f*ckin' with no n*ggas that be caught up in the system
When I first got my free call, get my bail money
Huh, b*tch, get your ass up, I think I smell somethin'
'Bout to put some ice on my wrist like I fell on 'em, huh
Watch who you be with 'cause these n*ggas snitch
If they hear the time that they was doin', they'll probably tell on you
Hmm, b*tch-ass n*gga
Ganja God, Walk Down, Striker Boys
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Chopz, talk to 'em
[Verse 2: Chopz]
My sh*t real quick
I'm drinkin' all the Dom like it's my B-day
All I care about is pape', green just like CJ
Totin' on them clippers, give your ass a f*ckin' temp fade
Dog should wear panties 'cause his ass got some f*ckin' b*tch ways
I remember comin' last, now I got my way
Strap poppin' up quickdraw, ain't comin' off the waist
If she ain't givin' up the pus*y, comin' off the face
If I ain't gettin' to no munyun, I ain't A-okay
Huh, I ain't A-okay
Girl, you caught me in a sleep moment, it was a drank day

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
My b*tch buy me sh*t too, I'm like, "Thanks, bae"
Slide on a n*gga after 12, it's a late skate
Wake up, wipe the crust off like, "This a pape' day"
I told y'all this not a Friday, but I got Day-Day
Damn, today is a Friday, so it's after next
I understand it's that time of month, but you still got some neck
Like, b*tch, don't forget
Yeah, come on
Huh
I make money in my sleep, do you think I'm trippin' 'bout that sh*t?
Huh
You right, 'cause I still am
b*tch sucked the blood out my di*k, she a real vamp
Box with the drum on the clip, this b*tch'll kill a camp, huh
[Verse 4: Maar]
n*ggas know we got the guns, but they still step
We'll do his ass like Chris Brown, he ain't gon' see the next scene
She a bad lil' b*tch tryna f*ck
I'm like Buns off of Belly, I ain't gon' f*ck, but I can get the neck please

[Verse 5: Chopz]
Wanna hear my verse on your song? Check please
Them fake-ass chains finna have your f*ckin' neck green
Huh, like my cup is
Me and gang get to pressin' sh*t, we don't care who it is

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
You can still get the belt, don't care what you did
Don't care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
'Bout some pape', I'll crash, won't be about a b*tch
Don't gotta spread my dog sh*t, n*gga, you can see it by my 'fit

[Outro: Babyfxce E & Chopz]
n*gga, add that sh*t up, n*gga
Go to all my pictures and add them b*tches up and see what my 'fit come up to, n*gga
M Block, Striker
All that sh*t