I Wanna ft. Maniii Lyrics

I wanna bad bitch that's classy

Got that drip drip she splashy

She ain't even work out fa' that fatty

My lil' freak bitch she nasty

How she moan boy need a grammy

How she throat shit call her Ashley

Shawty eat it up like she shaggy

Yeah she know tricks she flashy

Like...who said what

Who said this

Niggas talking out his jaw

That's some hating nigga shit

If he claiming that he blood I make him walk like he a crip

We don't tolerate the fake my niggas never jumping ship

This is real life

Like boy you really could get hit

I'm not a man of violence

But it's looking like fuck the script

Might go and get a grip

I walk around fully equipped

Niggas not throwing hands they really aiming at ya mit

Niggas is popping them percs since the first of month not surprised he in an off mood

All this snitching and robbing when hearts get to throbbing lil' nigga like what you gon do

I don't be going to church

But ain't shell shocked with devil on two

You know that nigga never on one

Unless we talking dem' drugs and the boose

Niggas capping in dey rap I never claimed to be a gangsta

But you talking out ya lip coming down that chimney like I'm Santa

You ain't neva shoot a gun look how you holding bitch you anxious

I ain't with the chitta-chat I keep it short just like a stanza

I wanna bad bitch that's classy

Got that drip drip she splashy

She ain't even work out fa' that fatty

My lil' freak bitch she nasty

How she moan boy need a grammy

How she throat shit call her Ashley

Shawty eat it up like she shaggy

Yeah she know tricks she flashy

Like...who said what

Who said this

Niggas talking out his jaw

That's some hating nigga shit

If he claiming that he blood I make him walk like he a crip

We don't tolerate the fake my niggas never jumping ship yea

Aye bitch go check that status

My niggas is real we classic

Stay on go cause its automatic

Fuck this this how I'm blasting

Put on my mask go ready a casket

Leave em dead oh no it's tragic

Two to the head one in the back

I'm sorry mama this just rap

Talk tough got turned to a pack

We smoking his ass to these raps

Niggas is fake they know they all cap

Reaching for what yeen got no strap

Keep it a hunnit like I keep these stacks

We got it rainin' like we shootin' macs

Niggas is ballin' we stay at the rack

Stay wearin' condoms cause I can't get trapped Bitch