Yungmanny Kj Lyrics
KJ by YungManny
[Verse 1: YungManny]
Uh, wake up, jugg, finesse
Headshot, I don't care 'bout a vest
Where he at? I don't know, guess
Two twin sticks less, uh
Text your girl, she pressed
Walk down gang, what the hell is a jet?
Oh you ain't givin' bop? Hmm, next
I'ma slide with an A, huh, B, huh, C, huh, D, huh
Uh, E, F, and he ain't a G
I'm on the block, a killer, and the beat, huh
Twerk it, uh, eat, uh
Put his man on a tee
Michael Jackson, I'ma slide with the heat, uh
Bro got the bricks
Just ran with a lick
Bah, bah, bah, bah
I'm Glockboi Carti with the stick
He sold the trappin', he done been
Money, I'm out here with the fifth
I put the MAC on his lips
Stop callin' me daddy, I don't got no kids, uh
Beat up the pack, get it right back, uh
I got clout, she like that, uh
Shooter, uh, IMAX, uh
Walk down with that pipe
Fifteen shots like I'm workin' at GEICO, uh
Ayy, G-Star on, get the micro, uh
Ho, ayy, hey Manny, huh, you dig?
[Verse 2: Lil Gray]
They don't know what my mind is on, I hit the trap and made it home
The line is what my pride is on, got in this shit and set the tone
I'm tryna sell hits, won't sell my soul
I ain't ridin' no waves to reach my goals
These rappers fixers, need a pole
Forty spill 'em and make 'em roll
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes
Get checked upon entry, pat his clothes
He hot, dry snitch, don't pat his dough
Whip out the stick, he shit his clothes
You move suspicious and I sense it
That forty vicious, that nine is wicked
I'm in a lot but not my feelings
Don't like to plot, I already did it
I use my mind, bitch, fuck my heart
Had to take my time and just go hard
I'ma bring my slime like Noah's Ark
I'm cheatin' life and countin' cars
Spittin' flame like Charizard
These niggas lame and need a name
Chasin' chains, caught up with fame
So if you broke then who's to blame?
[Verse 3: YungManny & Lil Gray]
Ah, uh, Spanish plug, Ginobili
Catch an opp 101 like I'm Zoey
Shoot, score, uh, Kobe, uh
Fire, uh, you dig?
That pussy bald like 2Pac
Got the gas bag boof like boombox
Get shot with a slingshot, woosah
Hit a lick for ten bands, say, "Ooh, ah"
Lil' lightskin baby say, "Ooh, ah"
Walk down with that ooh, ah
You hang with some goons but you not
I could never be a lick but you are
Havin' million dollar meetings on the rooftop
And an onomatopoeia, make them dogs talk
Pull it out, let it go, like I had to fart
Choke his ass out, then nickname Bart
Uh, wake up, jugg, finesse
Headshot, I don't care 'bout a vest
Where he at? I don't know, guess
Two twin sticks less, uh
Text your girl, she pressed
Walk down gang, what the hell is a jet?
Oh you ain't givin' bop? Hmm, next
I'ma slide with an A, huh, B, huh, C, huh, D, huh
Uh, E, F, and he ain't a G
I'm on the block, a killer, and the beat, huh
Twerk it, uh, eat, uh
Put his man on a tee
Michael Jackson, I'ma slide with the heat, uh
Bro got the bricks
Just ran with a lick
Bah, bah, bah, bah
I'm Glockboi Carti with the stick
He sold the trappin', he done been
Money, I'm out here with the fifth
I put the MAC on his lips
Stop callin' me daddy, I don't got no kids, uh
Beat up the pack, get it right back, uh
I got clout, she like that, uh
Shooter, uh, IMAX, uh
Walk down with that pipe
Fifteen shots like I'm workin' at GEICO, uh
Ayy, G-Star on, get the micro, uh
Ho, ayy, hey Manny, huh, you dig?
[Verse 2: Lil Gray]
They don't know what my mind is on, I hit the trap and made it home
The line is what my pride is on, got in this shit and set the tone
I'm tryna sell hits, won't sell my soul
I ain't ridin' no waves to reach my goals
These rappers fixers, need a pole
Forty spill 'em and make 'em roll
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes
Get checked upon entry, pat his clothes
He hot, dry snitch, don't pat his dough
Whip out the stick, he shit his clothes
You move suspicious and I sense it
That forty vicious, that nine is wicked
I'm in a lot but not my feelings
Don't like to plot, I already did it
I use my mind, bitch, fuck my heart
Had to take my time and just go hard
I'ma bring my slime like Noah's Ark
I'm cheatin' life and countin' cars
Spittin' flame like Charizard
These niggas lame and need a name
Chasin' chains, caught up with fame
So if you broke then who's to blame?
[Verse 3: YungManny & Lil Gray]
Ah, uh, Spanish plug, Ginobili
Catch an opp 101 like I'm Zoey
Shoot, score, uh, Kobe, uh
Fire, uh, you dig?
That pussy bald like 2Pac
Got the gas bag boof like boombox
Get shot with a slingshot, woosah
Hit a lick for ten bands, say, "Ooh, ah"
Lil' lightskin baby say, "Ooh, ah"
Walk down with that ooh, ah
You hang with some goons but you not
I could never be a lick but you are
Havin' million dollar meetings on the rooftop
And an onomatopoeia, make them dogs talk
Pull it out, let it go, like I had to fart
Choke his ass out, then nickname Bart