I’m The Man Now

[Intro]
Luca on the track
Ayy, AR (Ayo Eli, what the fuck?!)

[Verse 1]
I seen y'all unemployment done ran out
Shit, what's the plan now?
Niggas diss us, but niggas be fanned out
Go cloud the spot, niggas ran out
I could fuck any bitch, I'm the man now
I turn a good girl nasty
I made the whole city jack me
I gotta get to the cashy
'Cause I like to pop out flashy
Automatic, I get 'em drenched
You ain't tryna ball, gotta play the bench
He couldn't see us, we ride with tints
Caught him loafin' and niggas ain't seen him since
Forty-round knock him down, do damage
Got him movin' like Junebug challenge
Known for playin' with tools like mechanics
I don't wrestle like Randy, I'm savage
Bitch ain't freaky, she can't get a ridе home
We left thеy ass in a telly
You a treesh where you from and I heard about you
So don't come over here being friendly
You gotta admit I'm too real, man
Local mail man, I still go to they block
Once you start seeing them mills, man
All your real friends, they might turn into opps
I know they gon' pop 'cause I'm hot
But I just sit back and I watch
I'm with that AG and the G is for guap, bitch
And we get it a lot
I ain't comin' in if I can't come with a Glock
In the club stichy, sneak it in the spot
Get money, fuck bitches, we do it a lot
I could have drenched 'em, go clear out your block, uh

[Chorus]
I'm the man now, I got fake opps, niggas fanned out
I'm in fear, how? When I came in, niggas ran out
Understand now, it ain't bands now, I can't hang out
You a bluffer, you had it, but you ain't up it when it rang out

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm stichy, don't ask me to dance
My drip get imported from France
I might hit the young nigga Flex
But I will not do a whole dance
I need spits, I don't need romance
Slide dolie, I don't need no mans
Bitch don't lay on my mattress with pants
Say I changed 'cause I'm all about bands
Uh, I ain't never do nothing for cool points
(Niggas be looking for cool points)
Niggas go broke tryna prove points
(Niggas go broke tryna keep up)
Your new bitch look like my old joint (That bitch is trash)
Drippy demon, I pull up on any block in a Rolls Royce
Bitch, you know what I paid for this Off-White?
Off a Perky, she tryna fuck all night
Opps know when they see me it's on sight
Niggas know I get packs like Coors Light
I get my drip from Nieman
Why you always gettin' subpoenaed?
Niggas telling for a misdemeanor
Man I just did four light (On bro)

[Chorus]
I'm the man now, I got fake opps, niggas fanned out
I'm in fear, how? When I came in, niggas ran out
Understand now, it ain't bands now, I can't hang out
You a bluffer, you had it, but you ain't up it when it rang out