Mans Gone Lyrics

My man's gone

Aye

Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on

My man's gone

Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on

Hands on

Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms

Ransom

Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome

He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer

Re-up

Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up

Feature

Niggas got to pay me for a feature

Deeper

See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper

Reefer

Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer

Aye

I lost my niggas that's a lot

Can't tell the timing on my watch

Act like he rich and he'll get shot

Aye I'm a creep up with the Glock

Ain't got no gloves I use a sock

Man's gone

Told you I be bleeding like a tampon yeah

Hopped out with that rat-a-tat

You know that boy got blammed on

Been told my opps check out my music

They took too damn long

His mama crying his brother crying

Now that's a funeral a sad song

Known to get the bag gone

Diss me you get flashed on

I'm always known to show my ass

I hit the mall I'm flexing cash

On purpose make these niggas mad

Like aye hoe

You thought you was finna' get to crash

I beat the cheeks and get the ass

It's to the trap to flip the gas

Potato

It go pew that's if that bullet pass

So lay lay low

He owe the loot I slid up on his ass

Like there he go

I had to shoot him I forgot my mask

In broad day tho

My man's gone

Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on

Hands on

Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms

Ransom

Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome

He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer

Re-up

Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up

Feature

Niggas gotta pay me for a feature

Deeper

See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper

Reefer

Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer

Twenty one diamond gang

She peep the racks she peep the chain

Smoke him like some wedding cake

If you want that work you better wait

Made it far from lock in socks

My check got dots like chicken pox

I'm too turnt up I broke the notch

Convicted still gon' tote my Glock

She say she in love with me I fucked her I was never sober

Sneak dissing

Posing

Rah-rah

We run you over

Niggas nickel diming little rocks and bitch I'm pushing boulders

Young fly nigga pull up suicide without a chauffeur

Certified gritter check my drip I'm rocking Gucci loafers

Came with five hitters caught a play cause pussy I'm the coacher

I ain't want to do it had to push his wig back

The last nigga ran up on me had to give him shit bag

And fuck that internet beef this shit too deep and they know

We pulling up sticked up ten deep

And with me

I got four hoes

And I

Been a real nigga way before though

We really thuggin' in this bitch don't want to take no photo

My man's gone

Got a lot of gangsta I can stand on

Hands on

Servin' I ain't fucking with no randoms

Ransom

Yeah I took your bitch because I'm handsome

He ain't want no problems we keep smoke ain't talking cancer

Re-up

Then I hit up Niemans get my steeze up

Feature

Niggas gotta pay me for a feature

Deeper

See her through my Ray Bans she a peeper

Reefer

Rollin' up this wubby I'm a chiefer