Manners

Verse 1

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down
Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down
I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round
Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now
I get around just kidding i done threw in the towel
My baby girl she get aroused when i’m talking foul
I get along with my exes i never talk to (bleep)
She cheated on me back in high school bet she love me now
But lemme chill man i love it when my music bump
Cuz i talk about.. whatever the fuck i want
And i be. whoever i wanna be
And wit my music guarantee u cannot fuck wit me
These homies sleeping on me now they gon wake up soon
Got a hunnit fuckin bitches in the make-up room
Listenin to duzzo dave they sayin man he nice
Long as bitches like my shit i’ll get my cake up soon
Play the tune and let me get this off my chest i be starin at bitches breasts and taylor be chillen right next to me
Then she get upset wit me
What would nietzsche say about that shit he got the best of me
Taylor like man fuck nietzsche don’t do that while u next to me
I’m chillen got the recipe cooking lickin my fingers
I’m only fuckin wit bitches if they models or they singers
Just kidding i done threw in the towel
Unless she got a nice smile

Chorus

Ayo i needa find manners
All my homies feelin famished
I’m rockin camoflauge bandanas
We tryna eat we out here we famished
They talking shit don’t understand us
I told him u don’t got no manners
Don’t fuck wit me or wit my fam-a
We tryna eat we out here famished

Verse 2

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down
Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down
I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round
Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now
Don’t like collaboratin wit people they let me down
I almost called a girl for sex but then i turned around
I gotta focus on my shit i done threw in the towel
And when i fuck my girl i break it bad she calling sal
Don’t do that now ayo i love it when i’m in control
I cannot touch the rim but i can do a finger roll
Pass the mic to my homies that’s called a give and go
Ball is a metaphor for life but i don’t keep the score
I just keep goin yo my family like my flowin i dim the lights when i spit bro
So i can really feel the beat in my body and shit bro
People get me mad i’ma catch a homi and shit bro
Fuck a fight i’ll use a gun cuz i don’t even lift bro
Smoke em like a swisha
Fuck his older sister
Middle finger to the cops yo tell my girl i miss her
Idk how to behave in a public environment i keep shit to myself until later that night i’m cryin
Damn
All i got is me and my fam
We tryna eat but we don’t got nobody feeding us fam
That’s why we changed our perspectives and we now take it
Disregard my morals fuck that shit i need the cake

Chorus

Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down
Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down
I had to call my homie ari he was fuckin round
Wit them bitches then he said they wanna fuck me now
I do this shit like for my town hope they like my sound
Even if they don’t then fuck it they gon come around
Fuck a 9-5 i’d rather much be selling pounds
Duzzo david from tha 203 he underground