380 Lyrics – YungManny

380 Lyrics by YungManny

Uh-uh, uh
Shabazz, n#gg#
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh [Yeah, yeah

Hey Manny, how you doing? You know me, I’m chillin’, gettin’ to it [Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, huh
Sha-digg, walk down with that stick [Huh, huh, huh-huh]
It was just me and G-Star up in that trap [Up in that trap
Finessed my teacher, took his laptop, finessed the iPads

Feel like Dora, I stay with that bag [Huh
Ferrari, it’s red, McQueen, I ain’t comin’ in last [Bah, bah, bah
Skrrt off in that Bentley coupe if I see yo’ momma crash
Pull up if you need it, I’m feelin’ like Shabazz [I’m feelin’ like Shabazz

Bro got boxed, like he locked up in Alcatraz [Shot his #ss
Shot his son in the middle, I’m runnin’ from Malcolm, dash
Started with a 380 [Shabazz, n#gg#
With my b#tch, had the Mercedes [b#tch

I can show your family, like the Bradys [Like the Brady’s
Born in the 90’s, hunnids from the 80’s [Woo
I been f#ckin’ groupies lately [Lately
And I know n#gg#s hate it ’cause I made it [Lil’ b#tch

I been dirty facin’ since a jit [Dirty facin’
Walk down on him, hit a lick [Walk down
Walk down on him, take the risk [Woo
I got your b#tch pullin’ up, facts [Lil’ b#tch

Pullin’ her lace front from the back [From the back
Rap n#gg#s cap, they never in the trap [Stop cappin’
I’ma spin a n#gg#, then double back [Double back
She don’t even know why she keep comin’ back [Woo

And her Birkin got an FN in it [Woo
Yeah, the foreign got a weapon in it [Woo, lil’ b#tch]
I don’t know too much about politics, but the Rollie, I want presidential
And I came a long way from robbin’, now I get paid off of instrumentals

Catch a body and I will never tell nobody, I keep my b#tches real confidential
Mr. Moseby, I’m trappin’ right out of the lobby, twin Glocks, Zack and Cody with me
I’ma spank that boy out, like Baby Fifty [Bow
I got views from the six, the drac’ is with me [Bow

Brodie keep pourin’ fours, he hate his kidneys [Bow
Cartier, I can’t see, I been with Nipsey [Bow
I won’t go by myself, I take it with me [Bow
Bro got deals, four for four, just like it’s Wendy’s [Grrt, bow

Got that bag, like I’m comin’ down your chimney [Bow
I got two twin Glocks, like Turner, Timmy [Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Keep talkin’, get smoked, like a Jake [What
Right after that, hit his man with the K [Huh

And baby, you know I ain’t takin’ no L’s [L’s
I’m touchin’ a four-hundred M’s before the grave [Grave, grave, grave, grave, grave
I’ma stab my teacher if I don’t get an A
You live in the bleachers, you don’t get in the game [What

If I don’t got my gun, then you is gettin’ shanked [Shanked
Like my name Aretha, I got glizzy’s, no Frank [Frank
Got a girl named Tyra, and she work at the bank
He get forty-one shots, I put him for the

Catch them boys like Julio, then fly to the H [Brrt
You get shot in yo’ forehead, like we playin’ tag
Do I look like EA? I ain’t playin’ games
She crazy

I’m in the booth with a 380 [Uh-huh
I ball like I was in the league baby [Uh
She fell in love with the me baby [Bah]
I don’t know too much about politics, but the Rollie I want presidential

And I came a long way from robbin’, now I get paid off of instrumentals
Catch a body and I will never tell nobody, I keep my b#tches real confidential
Mr. Moseby, I’m trappin’ right out of the lobby, twin Glocks, Zack and Cody with me
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YungManny Lyrics – 380

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