MY MAN lyrics

[Intro: BunnaB]
Yeah
My man
Woo, look

[Chorus: BunnaB]
I said my man, my man, he love me
He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed
I said my man, my man, he love me
He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock
And he say, "Yo," and I say, "What's up?" (What's up?)
And he be like, "Baby, you wanna ride with me?" (Ride with me)
And I say, "Yes" (Yeah), he text he finna pull up (Pull up)
He pass me the blick with the stick in case y'all wanna try this sh*t, b*tch

[Post-Chorus: BunnaB]
My man
He skinny with a check, ten toes down 'bout that b*tch
My man
Even though y'all got a kid, that's my man, don't forget
My man
That tattoo on his neck always make this pus*y wet
My man
I said my man, my man, my man, my man

[Verse 1: BunnaB]
Had the same clothes on for three days, ran up thirty bands
I can't believe I fell in love, I met him on a two-man
We be ridin' in her car, she steady keep callin'
He a good stepdaddy, my man, my man, my gentleman
b*tch, you postin' on his page and he don't even f*ck with you
You said that y'all live together, but he don't even wake up to you
He leave you in the house while we ridin' through the city
You can catch me on the Westside, I might be Silk
f*ck your ex, f*ck your first love, f*ck your next
'Cause if they go tote that FN and sell them bricks
I love when we layin' down and I'm layin' on your chest (Uh-huh)
Now go'n and pop that Perc' 30, that's when you do it the best
[Chorus: BunnaB]
I said my man, my man, he love me (He love me)
He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed
I said my man, my man, he love me
He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock
And he say, "Yo"

[Verse 2: Niya3x]
Me and your baby daddy (Your daddy), we go out every weekend
You just a mad ho, that's why you steady tweetin'
I tell him 'bout my business, he tell me about his plays
Ain't stuntin' no other n*ggas 'cause this one, yeah, he stupid paid
Roll up, smoke two blunts, we go for lunch and then we ride around (Ride around)
He sayin' he still hungry, right in the back and then he lay me down
Catch us on the Eastside doin' a hundred in a forty-five (Let's go)
Racin' on the highway with his partners, it's time to roll again
He playin' in his music, he can't rap, but I'ma support my man (Go, bae)
You worried about me, when he with me, he don't even claim the kid
He say you know he got a new b*tch, heard you tryna split my wig
I know you found my grandma, she keep sayin' that I might know you (Weirdo)
Don't diss me 'bout no di*k, lil' b*tch, 'cause I'ma have to show you (What's up?)
You only diss me when you at home where you feel most comfortable (Scary)
When you in public, keep that rah-rah sh*t to a minimal (You quiet)
I'm chillin' with your BD watchin' TV, we ain't gotta f*ck (We chill)
He say, "I'm with Rich Homie, so you better watch what you say"
We only got four words for broke-ass hoes, b*tch, b*tch, you're laced
Okay, lil' b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, you're laced
b*tch, b*tch, you're laced
[Chorus: BunnaB]
I said my man, my man, he love me (He love me)
He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed (Westside)
I said my man, my man, he love me
He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock
And he say, "Yo," and I say, "What's up?"
And he be like, "Baby, you wanna ride with me?" (By me)
And I say, "Yes" (Yeah), he text he finna pull up
He pass me the blick with the stick in case y'all wanna try this sh*t, b*tch