Man in the Mitten Lyrics

So many racks coming in that they overlapping

You gon get knocked out

Got the power just like Glover jabbing

You be in a bummy fit

I'm out here rocking Dover fashion

Fuck yo whip

Bitch, I'm out here in a Rover smashing

Pull off in the whip, I'm finna speed it

I make hits every day

I don't ever need a remix

And this rapping shit pays so my fit is the cleanest

Please do not play

Got the stick like Arenas

I know where my fucking team is

Bitch, we at the top

Had to blow, I had to pop

You ain't never make a bop

We be making slaps a lot

In Louis, bitch, I had to shop

We had a stick, you had a prop

Bro got Wock, he crack the pop

You a bitch, you had to flop

You a bitch, you be crying to the refs

Got the drip like I'm Poseidon

Lil' bitch, I'm dying to flex, yeah

No bitch, I ain't lying

I'm flying, I'm in a Vette

You say shit but I'm not buying

I'm a lion, you a pet

I'ma get a fucking bag then I'm good

Lil' bitch, I'm set

Why you flexing all them racks

I thought yo ass was in debt

Lil' bro really ain't on shit

I don't know why he sending threats

I ain't even gon respond

You waste your time you trying to text

Wasted time trying to fucking compete

You know you can't do it

Putting shots up

It's going in like you had Ant shoot it

Why bro trying to cuff that bitch

In Florida they done ran through it

And I'm pulling up

I got the fucking Lamb, newest

Getting bands

Need the Louis belt translucent

Used to be down bad, now I'm up

Got the bands boosting

How you trying to flex like you winning

But yo mans losing

Pulled up in a Trx, Ram moving

How the fuck you don't get what I say

Bitch, it's not confusing

You a joke to me but ain't shit funny

No, it's not amusing

You always been shit

You ain't on nothing and you not improving

You be stressed as fuck

You talking bout me

I'm in Prada cooling, uh

Put up shots just like Patrick Ewing, yeah

It's a hit when lil S0K0 on the song and Donez producing

The commas improving

Want the Gabbana, I'm choosing

Shit get hot just like a sauna

Send his lil' ass snoozing

All these bands that I'm getting

Bitch, I'm the man in the mitten

I done put in all the work

Bitch, it's a plan I'm committing

And like I said before we pull up in a lamb

Bitch, we spinning

And I'm finna go up

Don't give a damn if you with it

Don't give a fuck bout a critic

Knock you like Chuck in a minute

Lil bitch you at the fucking bottom

Yeah, you suck and we winning

Y'all be walking to the goal

I'm doing nothing but sprinting

And everything was off the top

Lil bitch, nothing was written

Almost done with the mission

Bitch I doubled the chicken

Ain't no trouble, we winning

If you really want war you leave in rubble

We leave in perfect condition, uh

Endless on my jeans but the shirt was a Christian Dior

Yeah, and Louboutins on my feet

And bitch I'm putting up numbers like LeBron on the heat

We got gold

You ain't even touch bronze

You on E, uh

S0K0 and Donez

We dropping bombs with some ease

We been doing shit for years

You just catching on, uh

Walk forward, Petr Yan

I'm just pressing on

I'm a legend, I could never die

Bitch, I'm next to Ban

Always rocking Xerjoff

Bitch, I'm flexing Don

Get rich, hit the globe

Do a show in Milan

And I can't hold up forever

Told lil bro to come on

And I hopped out the shower

Hit the show with Ceylon

Talking shit, you get cut like the closest salon

Take a trip, hit Taiwan

Do what I want

If he try to run up

Knock him out like that guy Font

Came a long way so when I step out I flaunt

Talking shit to me

I'm like who the fuck you trying taunt

Fuck what you say, you don't know shit

You got no racks

Always going forward

Got to get it, I can't hold back

You ain't spending shit

You just be in pics trying to hold cash

Think you got a wave

Man, it's trash as fuck, it won't last

Rari, bitch, it's so fast

Bitch, you rocking throwbacks

Is you down bad I won't ask

You obviously get no cash

Why you talking with yo broke ass

Pulled up in a Tesla

Yes, bitch, it got no gas

Yes, bitch, you so mad

Yes, bitch, we rolled past

Yes, bitch, too much drip

Okay, walk in soak that

I cannot hold back

Milly want to hold that

Really it's a bold task

Yes, lil' bitch, I know that

But money finna grow fast