[Hook]

Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf

Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see

I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket

I shot straight to the top like a rocket

[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it

I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc

I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho

I use to front him packs, in front the corner store

[Verse]

I'm a real big dawg nigga, you a fuckin' poodle

I got choppas on deck, my partna hit you with the uzi

Kill TEC on deck, came with a cooler

I'm the motherfuckin giant in my hood, I move some-

Get a nigga whacked, amen, I got bands ho

Givenchy for the kick, jean suit- two grand ho

Real trappa on the daily, bitch you know I'm blowing cho

Money ain't a thang, I go spend it then I get some mo

Once I point the choppa, Imma hit him

I ain't playin, pussy

I'm greasin up the sticks

When I hit it I won't miss

I'm a kryptonite shooter, since he think he Clark Kent

Oh you Superman? I got something- stop his whole life span

[Hook]

Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf

Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see

I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket

I shot straight to the top like a rocket

[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it

I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc

I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho

I use to front him packs, in front the corner store

[Verse]

So they wave they white flags

Check the score and we can brag

Another man down, the choppa rearrange his brave racks

I know your thoughts out your mouth, gunplay gunplay

I'm on that bullshit I ain't lyin

I put that on my twelve [?] and all my sticks I got at the house

You bring me out'chere, it's up, I ain't playin with ya dawg

I'm tryna pin you to the pavement, [?]

I walk down the hazard tint

Don't play with me boy, I'm not a rookie

I'm a rifle slanga', these bullets in this bitch cooked him

Coulda been faster, he coulda shook it

He look back, knocked his grill crooked

448s what I spin to get niggas smushed

Smooth operator boy you dealin with a big crook

I'm livin what I talk so don't test me and try to challenge this

It ain't fair to die and leave your family over a rap diss

Insurance ain't paid, niggas thuggin, and they broke as shit

[Hook]

Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf

Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see

I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket

I shot straight to the top like a rocket

[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it

I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc

I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho

I use to front him packs, in front the corner store