Aw-Man

[Hook: .45]

Yo trap don't boom like mine

Yo paper ain’t longer than mine, than mine

Aw man {​*8X*}​

Yo bitch ain't finna than mine, than mine

Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine

Aw man {​*8X*}​

[Verse 1: Yatta Man]

You never seen a thug like this aw man

I’m choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe Jackie Chan

My money come fast, my work come in grams

My soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle Sam

My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!

I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash

Drop top Porsche, inside DAMN

Outside red lookin like a Coke can

I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow

I gotta butta pecan Rican and a French vanilla

My trap boom hard, my bitch real fine

Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

I'mma lean with it, serve a fiend with it

On the block since the age of thirteen with it

In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams

I'm standin over the stove and I'm doin it with one hand

Aw man, fruit man, Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram

Got yam, a long Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man

Aw man, I'm on that Kush tonight

And I ain't stoppin chopper hit’chu and your body start rockin

My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu

Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple

Big Cat ruckus, nigga it’s a movement

This ain't hip-hop, this is drug dealer music

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[Verse: Yatta Man]

No mean to disrespect dog that’s a code red

These cats say "get em' Yat, off with his head"

Middle fingers to them haters, middle fingers to the feds

I been thuggin all my life, they say I'm better off dead

Got to give it to you snitches, got a gangsta on his job

My homie turned fed now i'm feeling like I’m plies

You know that I'm a rider, Hid it all in the deep

I'm doing the benz coop, I'm doing the chevrolet

Got diamonds all in my chain, got gangstas on all my team

What I gotta count for? I got the money machine

I'm so iced out, I'm so B.E.T., middle finger to the law, It's C.B.C

Ya Heard Me?

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