Man of the Year Lyrics

Yea

Huh

Whoa

Whoa

Yea, ho, aye

I'ma be a hard act to follow

Fill a fuck nigga, up with hollows, no sorrow

She drink all the Henny out the bottle

Surrounded by bad bitches, yeah, I'm fuckin' on some models

So pour it up, feelin like a party in here

Okay, I know what's up, she ion got her man in here

Okay, I told you once, yeah, I do not have no fear

Okay, I roll up runtz, feelin like the man of the year

High as fuck, everything in slow-mo

Lookin for directions, but I don't know which way to go, whoa

She wanna shoot a movie like the GoPro

I can't do that, gonna get me caught up fasho

A lot of niggas move like informants

Lookin for love, but that love shit been dormant

They on my dick and I think they want more of it

I got some niggas watchin me, that be up on the Forbes list

Chillin in the room with my gun

They hear my music like, damn, this nigga got one

Can get anything I want that's under the sun

And they'll try to slow you down, but you gotta fight like Tyson

I'ma be a hard act to follow

Fill a fuck nigga, up with hollows, no sorrow

She drink all the Henny out the bottle

Surrounded by bad bitches, yeah, I'm fuckin' on some models

So pour it up, feelin like a party in here

Okay, I know what's up, she ion got her man in here

Okay, I told you once, yeah, I do not have no fear

Okay, I roll up runtz, feelin like the man of the year

I stick to myself, yeah, I stay in my room

And a lot of niggas plottin, yeah, they wait on my doom

But that's what you get when niggas wanna be you

So you gotta keep on goin cause they'll clap if you lose

Gotta keep the pressure, keep on goin

And when you get the money, make sure it's overflowing

And when you get that win, make sure these haters knowing

And when you get that whip, drive it like that bitch was stolen, huh yea

Playin' with my gun, yeah, it's goin' through trees

When you down on your ass, nobody gon' believe

But you gotta stay strong to the win that you see

And you know what I say, shine limitlessly

I'ma be a hard act to follow

Fill a fuck nigga, up with hollows, no sorrow

She drink all the Henny out the bottle

Surrounded by bad bitches, yeah, I'm fuckin on some models

So pour it up, feelin like a party in here

Okay, I know what's up, she ion got her man in here

Okay, I told you once, yeah, I do not have no fear

Okay, I roll up runtz, feelin like the man of the year