Fully Man Lyrics

Diego I'm the boss, nigga

I'm the fully man, I'm the fully man

Come here

Bitch

Where the fuck you thought you were going?

Why the fuck you trying to run? Stupid bitch, Come here

300 blackout in my pants

One pull up of the trigger this bitch keep going

Murk be telling me chill out when we be rapping

Cause I don't know how to stop flowin

I don't care if your baby die, bitch, I need my money

You better keep hoeing

I be teaching my nephew the wrong shit

Like, Khi, you better keep blowing

I heard they call him KickDoor, he kick this door in

Swear to God, he gon' die

Say he gon' rob me, but he told a bitch

Why his lil goofy ass lied

If I put Red Bull up on my bullets

Will it make a opp nigga fly

We can up the score a hundred, niggas

But they gon' say it's a tie

They can say whatever they wanna say

As long as they ain't get fried

Sometimes I get mad and wax the flo

The police too hot to be sliding

Niggas out here saying that they gon' kill me

Ma, that's why I got fye

And it's gon' be a cold day hell

Before my momma cry

Because my momma raised a stepper

Nigga play his ass getting nailed

You ain't never seen us, with one on

But we giving out that belt

I lost Dallas and Elijah

Y'all gon' feel the pain I felt

And don't feel bad

Cause I got spots for all you bitches on my shelf

Every Glock, got S-R-T, D-I-E-O-N-T-V

And these verses here ain't cheap

P-A-Y, this shit ain't free

How they say that they want beef

I gave them plates and they ain't eat

Tryna take em' off the streets

To the cemetery

With Glock 40, I got good aim

Put a switch on the back and I make the bitch sing

Big ass hole inside his body

Just watch that nigga blood drain

Lil' bitch told us, free admission

How the fuck you ain't get in the train

And bout my brothers, I ain't go answer no call

But that Draco still go rang

300 blackout in my pants

One pull of, the trigger this bitch keep going

Murk be telling me chill out when we be rapping

Cause I don't know how to stop flowin

I don't care if your baby die

Bitch, I need my money, you better keep on

I be teaching my nephew the wrong shit

Like, Khi, you better keep blowin

I heard they call him Kickdoor

He kick this door in, swear to God he gon' die

Say he ain't gon' rob me, but he told a bitch

Why his lil goofy ass lied

If I put Red Bull up on my bullets

Will it make a hot nigga fly

We can up the score a hundred, niggas

But they gon' say it's a tie

Back of the back of the back of the back of the back of the back of the back

I don't even want that gun

You already know

It ain't got no button attached

Doubling back and we doubling back

And we doubling back and we doubling back

Everybody like to spin

And you already know

Big bro gave me racks for that

Once one drop is another after that

And another after that

And another after that

Ain't even trying to fight

Better invest in a gun

You gon' get your dumb ass whacked

Swear the opps annoying

They ass like bugs

They dumb ass gon' get whacked

He the QB and he had

12 seconds in the pockets

And his dumb ass still got sack

Tackled his ass