MB Vandross

[Intro]
(Nick, this one crazy)
Nigga

[Verse]
I promise if I hit your bitch, then she comin' back
You playin' offense, we hitstick your mans, he ain't runnin' back
Niggas see me at the club, they don't try me 'cause my gun attached
A couple hoes left me when I was broke, yeah, you dumb for that
A nigga tried to rob me for a band, I got a drum for that
I get off a Perc', put it in her stomach, she need some Tums for that
Ain't it crazy that your pops snitched and now his son a rat?
Nigga, you ain't even shoot when they slid, why you want the strap?
Niggas want some clout, but it came with a casket
Did a movie with your bitch, nigga, lights, camera, action
Please tell me where a nigga came up off of flashin'
I'm from the trenches, nigga, had to take my spot, I ain't askin'
Girly said she had relations with me, but that's in the past tense
They love a nigga 'cause I got a chrome heart, that's my fashion
What I look like boxin' for that clay? I ain't Cassius
Pape' on the floor, I'm gone for the summer like I'm Fabulous
I be playin' stupid, but I know what bitches want from me
I was broke, she ain't want me, now I'm rich, she want the D
Switch plug in the 305, now I want my heat
I was beggin' at the dinner table, now you want a seat?
Nigga owe me for some bread, I'ma stomp him in some Wheats
I seen a nigga die and now it have me jumpin' in my sleep
Casamigos in her system, now she cummin' in my sheets
Can't give freak hoes no attention 'cause they fuckin' up my flee
RTB, MB Vandross, baby, take your pants off
Smooth with the hoes, but I'll still knock your mans off
Hit the road three times for a birdie like we playin' golf
When we throw these bullets, he gon' catch 'em all like he Rand' Moss
This exotic, yeah, it got my eyes low, Jackie Chan sauce
You be claimin' that you gettin' bands, but your bag brand Boss
I told her, "I'm just tryna be your only fan, but turn the cam off"
My nigga was charged up with the plug, but then he ran off
I just copped a Diamondback, then I slapped a hundred on it
Poured a deuce and found a brat, she wasn't even runnin' from it
Her lil' coochie kinda fat, so I stuffed two hundred in it
She walked in lookin' like a snack, but I said I want some dinner
They take a trip with RTB, now they say they want a member
I'm focused on gettin' chicken like I want some tenders
I ain't got shit but some dick that she gon' remember
I don't show— alright, yeah
I only show love for a bitch that do the utmost
Brodie had to go and burn his shirt, he hit 'em up close
Feel like everybody for theyself, we playin' cutthroat
She was bad as hell in high school, now she a busto
They be like, "MB, slow down," what the fuck for?
Sippin' Keisha out the styrofoam, where your cup go?
She from Greece and turn into a freak for them bucks, bro
MB Vandross, this house not a home for no custo

[Outro]
RTB, nigga
Gang
MB Vandross
Baby, take your pants off
Smooth with the hoes, but I'll still knock your mans off