Mandate lyrics

[Verse 1: Armanibanz!]
Dirty trippin', he just let some rat hoes pull up to the mansion
I could f*ck any n*gga b*tch because I'm rich and handsome
Pulled a b*tch in this basic-ass 'fit 'cause my diamonds dancin'
How I'm doin' crimes, makin' music like I'm Charles Manson

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Walk in the booth, told Lil Mani I can hop on any beat
I'm a pro drifter, I can slide the Scat Pack on any street
In the summer, got into it with some n*ggas old December beef
Told my n*gga get away from me, that switch keep on temptin' me

[Verse 3: Armanibanz!]
Tuh, she say, "Oh, you big money? Yeah, literally"
If you see me and E ski'd up, we on everything
I'll go and buy my b*tch a house before a wedding ring
When it come to gеttin' bags gone, that's my specialty
Stop flexin' with that chain, boy, you know your nеck fake
Stab the pedal in the Hellcat, I made his neck break
I love my fiends, trap jumpin' like I did a head fake
Big chopper on me, touch more n*ggas than a f*ckin' handshake
I got rich off of music, so I'm doin' what the fans say
Told that pus*y n*gga don't come out the crib, that's a mandate
He was actin' cut, so we patched him up like a Band-Aid
Doin' hand-to-hand with the fiends, my money handmade
n*ggas watch my every move, they need to up a fanpage
n*ggas broke, you'd never see me flexin' when my mans can't
Pull up to the party, get it poppin' like some champagne
Ever since I dropped a Mani piece, I been goin' rampage
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
I got sharks at the crib when I ain't there, make sure the bands safe
Four-five stickin' to his skin like a Band-Aid
f*ck a b*tch good, when I wake up, I bet my bed made
Handcuff her to the board, then I snatch her off the bed frame
You cool, you can slide, but I ain't gon' cap, bro, your mans lame
Up the strap, 40 travel through his cap and make his dreads hang
My b*tch be on my back, I save the hoes under my mans' name
I ain't gon' cap or cat-wag, but the lil' b*tch got some head game

[Verse 5: Armanibanz!]
Uh, the only thing a— alright
The only thing a basic b*tch could give me is some headspace
This fiend stay with powder by his nose, I call him beignet
Kickin' b*tches out the crib, be done did 'em like a sensei
Knock a n*gga dreads off, gave that boy a temp fade
I'm done posting money, bro, these n*ggas know I been paid
Tuh, young Black n*gga on the run, Kunta Kente
Told her put these phones in her name, she want her rent paid
If this b*tch woulda came around the gang, she woulda been slayed
Baby stuck to me real bad like some membrane
You can tell a n*gga havin' just off of what the 'fit say
She don't gotta question if it's mine off of what the kit say

[Outro: Armanibanz!]
Tuh
She ain't gotta question if it's mine off of what the kit say
Ho, don't make me mad before I get back in my pimp ways
We done walked a n*gga down, we don't really like to play fair
Yeah, n*gga
KMG on top
Tuh