Nardo Davinci - Man Oh Man (feat. TP) Lyrics

Can you remember the rain
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face life by myself
Life by my

Bitch, keep quiet
Ain't with the kissin' and tellin
Bitch, I'm not no regular guy
Did too much Slidin'

Feel like that young nigga
Melly kno' murder remain on my mind
Kno' she down to f*ck on the gang
That shit typical

Worship the dick, make a nigga feel biblical
Run it up
Break down the package, need M&M's
Trap on contortionist flexin' and flippin' em'

Got so much love for the gang
Put the bros on the chain
Nigga, reach, I'ma buss at his brain
Been Tryna stay out the way

Cause I gotta maintain
But I'm wit' anything to get paid
Internet beefin', bitch, get off my page
Ride with my heat, be done burnt em' like sage

I pop a perc just to heal all the pain
And I'm filled with these drugs
And a whole lot of rage
Paper tag pushin', I'm switchin' these lanes

If it ain't bout a check, I don't know what you sayin
You was my brother, but went against the grain
We envisioned a dream & you f*cked up the plan
I got this shit out the mud, If you step how I step, then your shoes prolly' f*cked up from sand
I put extensions on all of my blicks

If I shoot, I hit you, you, you, you and your mans
Lil' shawty say I'm a trip
I just hit her & dip
I ain't have no intention for stayin'

I spend a lot on these blicks
Keep that bitch on my hip
Ain't no reason for usin' my hands
She tryna please me, including my mans

I'm tryna get her, make use of her friends
Bro got the Gen five, I got the big nine
I'm tryna catch a few hats wit my twin
Drum in the Drake, it's a box in a van

Bags in the trap, f*ck a pot & a pan
Sprite too dirty, ain't come out the can
Brodie got sticks like we formin' a band
Get caught stealin' might cut off your hand

Get caught snitchin', you might meet ya' man
Man
(Like man oh man)
Man
So many blicks in the whip

If I jump out and shoot, I might let off a hundred and ten
Droppin ya' man
Might put a P on yo head
Have my young niggas ready to spin

Slide with my Gen five
Won't go back and forth bout no pressure
We ready to ride
Yeah, that boy dyin'

We hit the block, light it up
Light the forth of July
Bitch, keep quiet
Ain't with the kissin' and tellin

Bitch, I'm not no regular guy
Did too much slidin'
Feel like that young nigga melly
Kno' murderer remain on my mind

Kno' She down to f*ck on the gang, that shit typical
Worship the dick, make a nigga feel biblical
Run it up, break down the package need M&M's
Trap on contortionist, flexin' and flippin' em'