Im Da Man Lyrics

Yeah, big bag, big business

Bitch straps the size of Rasputia

Talkin' big bitches, how he

Went and got a pack, but ain't did shit with it

Naw, nothin' like your nigga, baby

It's a big difference

I done flipped the pack and got it back

We gettin' bread now

I done sauced the bitch and parked the whip

I'm gettin' top now

Lyin' on my dick, they post about me in the group now

Tell them groupie bitches take my dick outside they big mouth

Big bank roll, all designer, big spender

I'ma die rich, I'm a 4L member

I'm the only nigga that can mess up my image

dont nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen

I done seen a nigga die right in front of me

I ain't tryna be em shit, I'm who they tryna be

STL savage, so that's how I gotta be

Still really treacherous, yeah, we slidin' SRT

Hold on, what's that? Pull up, back, back

Yeah, that's what's his name said fuck the gang

Nigga, blatt, blatt

Said it last year, and he thought I didn't see that

Tell his family no time limit on no get back

Taken nigga's bread and fuck they hoes, I don't condone that

But I done did the shit so much, I had to give some hoes back

Talkin' bout your problems, tell that ho to pop a Prozac

She in love, her friend is too, I don't control that

Makin' bands when you the man, they say they rockin' with you

Grams inside a duffel bag, shit, that's what the plug'll get you

I don't trust nobody, who you say is comin' with you

Is you fuckin' or are you suckin'

Bae, I'm tryna see what's with you

I done put some speakers in the car to make the bass jump

Unc be steady whippin' on the stove, he made a cookbook

She say that she love me for me, I tell her, good look

I don't give a fuck about that thot, I'm tryna get booked

Bitch, I'm the man, uh, I'm the man

Why would I compare myself to you? You ain't touch 50 grand

Nah, for real, too broke to understand

Ayy, ayy, yeah, bitch, I'm the man

Uh, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man

Nah, for real, bitch, I'm the man

Go, go, go, go, go