YungManny - The Tan Commandments. Lyrics

Yeah
(Haha)
Yeah!
100 Count In. (Bow)
Couple Thousand. (Bow)
Mob Shit, Yeah Dat
Biggest to ever f*ckin do it
Yeah!
In this life you either victim or a suspect (pect)
Was it you that started bussin?
Or did you buss back? (Back)
Been f*cking niggas over, DJ Rough Sex (No Diddy!)
She wan f*ck wit OT Yankee,
She heard we cut checks
Ahhh Hoe, You F*cking with the Biggest.
Yeah You won the argument but F*ck You,
Who the richest? (Yuh)
Told my Bitch I'll show you who just slick & who the slickest (Damn, Damn)
Bitch I'm the Coach, I pull more strings then Violinists (Yuh, Yuh)
White Lexus, 5 niggas, 5 switches
And we bumpin Ed Sheeran.
We get high like white bitches.
Bitches get a taste of Yankee, now they whole life different.
Niggas was jockin Manny swagg,
They forced me to write different
You could see ManMan live in the flesh, if you propose the right digit
Tomorrow when I see da guys, I'm bammin out, my light missing (F*ck?)
When she met Yankee, first time her bed had ice in it
They neighborhood so un-active, for the thrill I might spin it
(DJ) DJ Deuce Droppa on the f*ckin 1s & 2s
It's your first time in the Station, lemme tell ya ass the rules
I'm a nigga wit no manners, bitch me & shorts Rhude
Anything that's mine is yours,
Bitch that's how ya posed do it
On Tan Flag, it's the Station
You know I never lied, nigga it's us (Go)
Inna Lamb or in a Bus
It's the muthaf*ckin Station til the end (Yuh, Yuh)
Yall was sleep when I was up (Go)
At 3AM, we still go hunt
If ion eat, who gon make sure that I'm fed? (ForReal)
I spend a mortgage everyday, tryna hide my f*ckin pain
This ain't right I gotta get my shyt together (I gotta stop this shyt)
Bitches come, & bitches stay
Bitches leave, then bitches hate
Then they come back begging like "Bae I'll do whatever!"
Oh Das Right?
I thought so
(Stupid Bitch)
Station.