Michael Myers Lyrics

I'm tryna spend money, can't come up out somebody like me, I'm a young fucker, I'm a young ass nigga who get money, don't post at the store

Dumb ass bitch, she tryna fuck me with nowhere to go, two long jeans and a fat ass jacket, that's a bubble coat

This shit ain't royal, I'ma tighten up your lungs if you want to smoke

Pistol in my pocket, don't need no strap, I got this bitch on me

Livin' what I rap, shit, I get money, what the fuck you mean, stop lookin' for a doubt when I hit the club

I'm just here for green, stop lookin' for a hand, I get some motion, let's get to the green

Fluttered out my neck and bust a truck down, they got cameras on me

Walkin' with my feet, I'm really steppin', they got hammers on me

Tell me how you feel, your feelin' hurt, let me put some money on it

I been scarfed for life, this shit too deep, can't put a bandaid on it

I had fucked a friend and she tell me her friends had fucked her too

Tell me she can dance, take off your pants, I'ma put this shit on you

She know that I ain't playin', I'm the man and my niggas blue

She said, what's the plan, I told her, friends, I want you and you

Dead bitch, super wet skirt on my face, hoe, where your manners, homie

Cupid shakin' ass, don't like Atlanta, shit from Brahma, homie

Remember fuckin' off on me a ten, now I got power, homie

Now they see me fuckin' up two tens, Michael Myers on them

I just left the bank, slide with a ten, this shit like magic, homie

Pullin' up at Nick's with a new bitch, pull up on Magic, homie

Lil' bro just got beat up, pull up the beat, that's how he handle, homie

Fuck it, hammer, homie

I only do five shits, so why you say that it's five shit

I don't hang with the snitches, you cannot hang with my clique

I don't do all the dissin' and the clout chasin' for shit

I just pull the stick, hot shit, just nutted it on my dick

Flooded out my neck and bust a truck down, nigga, I got cameras on me

Walkin' with my feet up, really steppin', nigga, I got hammers on it

Tell me how you feel, your feelin' hurt, let me put some money on it

I been scarfed for life, this shit too deep, can't put a bandaid on it

Cause I'm doin' this a little, can they sell it faster

Boy, you try to keep up with it, buy yourself the barrel of a Mac car

Gucci man, I'ma jump over that car

Boy, you said that, boy, I thought you was a gangster