Minute Man Lyrics

[Intro]
(No way, Jose)
Yeah, yeah, uhh (yeah)
Okay (SSO)

[Verse]
Don't gotta post on Instagram
You hear my songs, you know I'm in my jam
A.K.A. the Minute Man, you call my phone for [?]
I just got some yeah-yeah from my you-know, it came with a 10
[?] on the 23, I clique this bitch [?]
Don't go snappin' photos, tell 'em get me on the polaroid
Rock out if there's opps out, I'ma crank this bitch like Soulja Boy
Yeah you know I keep a stick, chase you when this GT hit
I don't drink no liquor but I'm quick to bust a PT [?]
Niggas be tippin', that last nigga did all the dancin'
Got pissed when he got him his shit back
I'm a magician, that nigga a rapper
His silly ass got himself thrown in the trickback
I thought a nigga was out here defendin' that man till I seen the paperwork on his snitch ass
Doin' the dash on the [?]
If I slam on the brakes, then you might f*ck around and gеt whiplash
227 with switches turn purpin' ass niggas to bitches
Sleepin' in ditches
Nigga want dopе, he got soap
Only thing he doin' with that is right cleanin' the dishes
Y'all let me pray for my son, I ain't fakin' for none
I tell y'all this as real as it get
They say you live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun
So I guess I'ma die with a stick
High as a bitch, I could fly off a cliff
Reach for my neck, I'ma fire off the hip
Turn my demon up, you must be off some angel dust
Chop it like Trey Songz, I let it sing and wake the neighbors up
You p*ssy niggas always goin' hard until you tape em' up
Only time I bled up in this shit I had a papercut
And that's because I run my paper up If he reachin' for my chain, then I'm punching niggas down
We can't drag him on the stage, we gon' jump em' in the crowd
Every time the bass drop, we gon' stomp him to the sound
20 pounds was a lot, it ain't nothin' to us now
Bust it down, flood the town
Most them niggas just some bitches, all my opps ain't even rivals
Bet this brand new 23 could take Chicago to the finals
I make 50 in this trap fit
Thought niggas was 100, paid me 50 with this rap shit
They block too high for us, but if they come through we gon' splat shit
This semi-auto like a semitruck the way it flesh it
On a [?] PT
I'm usually in the scat but not today, I'm driving GT
And they don't hit the lights
They know I'm gone, soon as they see me
I'm never lost, they on my ass but I'ma tell this bitch regardless
If you think I'm scared to go to jail then go look at my charges
Don't get me started
This bitch asked to pull some green, this bitch must be retarded
And my trap steady boomin' like it's 106 in pot
If a nigga wanna [?], then I tell 'em bring me 106 in pot
I be ready, flesh a nigga, I just want some shit to start
I ain't [?], go get a blunt to pick [?]
Where you trap, where you stay, I'm tryna make a play today
Tired of husslin' everyday, I'm tryna make a way today
We was starvin' yesterday, but we gon' make a play today
We went ballin' yesterday, but now we make a fade [?]
I be tryna quit these habits, but I ain't gon' quit today
It be feelin' like them millions with my name a lick away
[Outro]
(Just a couple flips away, tell them millions, [?])
(Wait, wait, 50k)

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