Mango 2

[Intro]
Ten racks! Ten bands! Tenkay, bitch!

[Chorus]
Get the fuck out my circle, you can't ride
All my rhymes, I'm tryna let ride
Rap money good but the trap money pay right
Bitch, I swag and I sauce at the same time
Smoke to the face, made a young nigga hang glide
Bitch, I feel like Kid Cudi on Day 'N' Nite
That's your bitch, why she text me late at night?
She said, "Baby, come through", I ate her nice
My white bitch same color, cocoa
Black bitch, same color, cocoa
Keep my shoes tied, running from the popo
You actin' strange, probably talkin' to the popo

[Verse 1]
Nigga, how you talk shit with no goals?
Pull up on a nigga, lay low 'fore you turn ghost
Light the top of your head like a light bulb
I be runnin' in the rain, I feel like [?]
Rose gold when I trap on my iPhone
Pull up, Tenkay, all the bad hoes, I know
I'm at [odd things?] with your bitch, need to get [?]
Bad milf bitch, she like 34 years old
You only get one chance, I get plenty mo’
Say you gettin' bands, bitch, I get plenty mo’
I'm a pretty bitch, yeah, I'm a pretty ho
And you know I'm in the H, not the City Mo'

[Refrain]
Yeah, bitch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Yeah, bitch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low

[Verse 2]
She said, "Do you believe in God?", I said, "Oh no"
I done lost all my faith, I done lost hope
Stood on my own, that's why I got legs
Yeah, my choppa make beats like that nigga licks
Boy, don't send me your music, I'm not impressed
Man, I came in the game, left y'all perplexed

[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude]
Yo, this is livin' luxury, and you fucking with Tenkay, bitch!

[Chorus]
Get the fuck out my circle, you can't ride
All my rhymes, I'm tryna let ride
Rap money good but the trap money pay right
Bitch, I swag and I sauce at the same time
Smoke to the face, made a young nigga hang glide
Bitch, I feel like Kid Cudi on Day 'N' Nite
That's your bitch, why she text me late at night?
She said, "Baby, come through", I ate her nice
My white bitch same color, cocoa
Black bitch, same color, cocoa
Keep my shoes tied, running from the popo
You actin' strange, probably talkin' to the popo
(Tenkay, bitch!)

[Outro]
Yeah, bitch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it, yeah, yeah
Bitch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Yeah, yeah, bitch gettin' mo'
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
Grab the wall, now drop it low
She said, "Do you believe in God?" I said, "Oh no"
I done lost all my faith, I done lost hope
Stood on my own, that's why I got legs
Yeah, my choppa make beats like that nigga licks
Boy, don't send me your music, I'm not impressed