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young bastards - itsmanman lyrics

[intro: itsmanman]
yeah, i’m the hardest out
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, n*ggas know that, though
i’m not just rappin’, that’s what you gotta know
(jxckk just want a drink)
just ordinary sh*t talkin’
yeah

[chorus: itsmanman]
b*tch, i’m not just rappin’
throw a b*tch away, you wanna f*ck, then you can have her
she got her face done, bbl, she still average
let me tell you ’bout the story of a young b*st*rd
closer to my dreams, i’m tryna see a hundred million
we don’t save hoes, she wanna party with the villains
pass the rock, they know that i ball, i got the vision
raising cane’s, put an o in dog, b*tch, i’m a menace

[verse 1: itsmanman]
huh, ever since i got some change, i got ’em big mad
can’t come around, you not a member, whеre your wristband?
i’m the hardest out dеtroit and that’s a big fact
getback is hangin’ off my neck, it gave me whiplash, huh
name a n*gga out the city that can talk like me
name a n*gga out the east that’s gettin’ off like me
huh, hundred for amiri socks and i bought like three
how ironic i’m wearin’ all black but this an off*white tee
i’ve been on the radar, i got green in my background
head tap, his blood hit the floor and made a splat sound
huh, let us catch you throwin’— you gettin’ packed out
48214, from east warren to the mack town, n*gga
[chorus: itsmanman, bankroll reese, itsmanman & bankroll reese]
b*tch, i’m not just rappin’
throw a b*tch away, you wanna f*ck, then you can have her
she got her face done, bbl, she still average
let me tell you ’bout the story of a young b*st*rd
closer to my dreams, i’m tryna see a hundred million
we don’t save hoes, she wanna party with the villains (yeah)
pass the rock, they know that i ball, i got the vision
raising cane’s, put an o in dog, b*tch, i’m a menace

[verse 2: bankroll reese]
i ain’t never forced sh*t, but some racks inside my denim
i don’t send no shots at captions, if it’s that, then i’ma send ’em
on the east, i was raised around dogs without a kennel
bought a chain without no glock like lookin’ down when you dribble, huh
might hit this road for eighty*five like george kittle
f*ck rap beef, i’m tryna empty out your ride like f*ck a riddle
kfc, these n*ggas say they in they bag, but chicken little
rit sick ’cause we steppin’ after class when we was little, huh
turn on pro tools and get a bag off instrumentals
i’ma take this b*tch a right straight to the nash, they fl!cked the rental
quadriplegic, ’cause most of these n*ggas rappin’, i don’t feel ’em
six mile to eight mile, i served out traps and lived in ’em, huh
he only got a pass ’cause his kids with him, huh
tell ’em free score, i would’ve did that bid with him
free lil’ tae, it’s been a while, but he know i’m still with him
take that one sh*t out of town, then triple down soon as we send ’em
got a official sk!lls, i blow, they call me baby just like sk!lla
late at night, i’m servin’ fiends, this sh*t like michael jackson, thriller
you could go and ask the streets, they can’t name no n*gga realer
had to hop outside, get active ‘fore i ever made a triller
i got b*tches that’s gon’ bust that p*ssy open if i tell ’em
i got plugs overseas, i say the word, then they gon’ sell ’em
n*ggas hijackin’ my style, i couldn’t feel it if i felt ’em
i be high catchin’ him out, i send him up like odell beckham
[outro]
(jxckk just want a drink)

- itsmanman lyrics

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