Boosie Badazz - MAAN lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - MAAN lyrics]
Maan, they know they’re doing
They’re talking to 12
They go ‘round the corner, they
Pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing their tecs
They saying their names, busting them things
Robbing these niggas for all of their chains
Then they put their location where they hang
This the new game but they shoot, man, just
Snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Blood
It used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they’ll get ya
That trophy shit go on IG and flash the same
Gun that they smoked them with
These niggas oversnitch
Shooting guns, recording it
Snitch and being a lawyer
These 90s babies crazy
But 2000s a lil’ harder
Man they shoot the mall up
Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up
And tell ‘em they did it
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears
A son is gone
I’m thinking ‘bout, I put on my shoes
I go check his room
‘Cause niggas his age ain’t screwed
Tight, niggas his age, they’re goon like
We just tryna live the good life
Push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch
They telling on their own blood
My girl did it
Telling on their own girl for the world
They got these psycho lil’ bitches
They think they’re Bonnie, man
They don’t need Clyde to do nothing
But drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more
Nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit
Will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man
A iPhone is all they had
Hurt my heart ‘cause an 80s baby did that
Got a nigga like "shit"
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I’m talking ISIS
(they really don’t like us)
Got niggas on bids, man
My touch ain’t like Drizzy, nigga
My touch ain’t Midas, i strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100
And be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping
Probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent
He probably never been at have you like
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up
They’re talking to 12
They go ‘round the corner, they
Pick up the phone, they run and they tell
They up on the net, they flashing their tecs
They saying their names, busting them things
Robbing these niggas for all of their chains
Then they put their location where they hang
This the new game but they shoot, man, just
Snatched my nigga shoe, man
All these youngsters want to be Blood
It used to be about the Blue gang
Murder weapon, they’ll get ya
That trophy shit go on IG and flash the same
Gun that they smoked them with
These niggas oversnitch
Shooting guns, recording it
Snitch and being a lawyer
These 90s babies crazy
But 2000s a lil’ harder
Man they shoot the mall up
Foot Locker wet your girl up
Pick up the phone and call their girl up
And tell ‘em they did it
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up
I turn on the news, a mother in tears
A son is gone
I’m thinking ‘bout, I put on my shoes
I go check his room
‘Cause niggas his age ain’t screwed
Tight, niggas his age, they’re goon like
We just tryna live the good life
Push a nigga shit back, good night
First 48 around this bitch
They telling on their own blood
My girl did it
Telling on their own girl for the world
They got these psycho lil’ bitches
They think they’re Bonnie, man
They don’t need Clyde to do nothing
But drive, these bitches gunning, man
Man, these hoes got more
Nuts than these niggas
Go to jail, they visit
Will complete a mission
Unlike niggas, man, oh man
A iPhone is all they had
Hurt my heart ‘cause an 80s baby did that
Got a nigga like "shit"
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up
El Chapo back home, they raising prices
They killing our kids, man, I’m talking ISIS
(they really don’t like us)
Got niggas on bids, man
My touch ain’t like Drizzy, nigga
My touch ain’t Midas, i strike lighters
I just keep that shit 100
And be stating the facts
Most of American gangsters was American rats
Your favorite trapper you bumping
Probably never done trapped
That hood he say he represent
He probably never been at have you like
Maan, fuck man, these people fucked up
Maan, fuck, fuck these people fucked up