ROLLCAGE / MANIC ? lyrics

[Intro]
But it don’t matter

[Part 1: ROLLCAGE]
[Verse]
Huh
b*tch on my phone talkin’ bout she really love me
Choppa make a lil f*ck n*gga hit the dougie
Lil’ b*tch you a joke yo’ life for mf funzies
Lil’ b*tch you is broke you got no mf money
And yo’ b*tch is a lame, she a gnat, she a-
And yo’ b*tch is a lame, she a gnat, she a dubby
If that b*tch don’t smoke then why that lil’ b*tch tryna sub me?
Damn
Got a bad b*tch she illiterate
Told that b*tch I’m the one that made her call me Federick
With the squad, and we bringing tens, bringing measurements
I got blue bands in my pocket, so they listening
b*tch tryna pull a fake on me but I been stroking
n*gga ask “ Whats in my weed? “, ‘cause it’s f*ckin’ potent
Don’t gotta ask what’s by my side, ‘cause I’m f*ckin’ totin’
And I’m with the gang and we-
Holup, holup, holup, holup
Run that sh*t back, real quick
Run that
b*tch, and I’m with the gang and we f*ckin’ totin’
Yuh, and I’m with the gang, and we keepin’ stacks
n*gga mad, ‘cause I took his b*tch and blew her back
B-B-B, b*tch n*gga know we always f*ckin’ keepin’ racks
b*tch n*gga know it’s always f*ckin’ tana rack
No, I never lack
And, I keep the gat
And, I’ll smoke yo’ pack
n*gga mad ‘cause if I took his b*tch, she’ll never come back
[Outro]
Never come back, b*tch
Ha, ha

[Part 2: MANIC]
[Verse 1]
b*tch, I got hella sticks
Trappin’ out the f*ckin’ bando, for the fun of it
And I got a Glock by my side, and that sh*t don’t miss
n*ggas hate to f*ckin’ see me shine, that’s that jealous sh*t

[Chorus]
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic

[Verse 2]
b*tch ass n*gga, hate to see me shinin’
You f*ck ass n*ggas never on that timin’
This a whole new wave, whole new climate
And ya’ b*tch press one, because I am declinin’
b*tch ask me why I don’t want her
Figure it out, then go take a hike b*tch
Yea, b*tch I’m killin’ sh*t, yo’ b*tch know i’m killin’ sh*t
And yo b*tch gon’ ride like a dragon, not no Krillin sh*t
n*gga ask me what’s on my nails, b*tch acrylics, b*tch
And if that f*ck n*gga talkin’ best believe I’m finna deal with it
[Chorus]
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m ‘boutta panic
b*tch, I’m going manic
b*tch, I’m boutta, yuh

[Outro]
Insane !
Ugn, ugn, ugn, ugn
Insane !
Ugn, ugn, ugn, ugn
Insane !