Mannequin Songtext

Whippin' work up in the pot and imma vanish it
And we slide, when we ride, they do the mannequin

Big blicky on me, that stiffy on me
Uh, we build zombies, twelve days schemin' on me
Her love, she keep it from me
Now I'm lit, she feelin' on mе
Make 'em drown, a hundred rounds, I keep it on mе
Yeah I got drip for sale, like five on me
She want a bag, I put the dick in her throat
She need a mad, but I put some bricks on the road
I chase the bag, I ain't chasin' no hoe
Foreign bitch, she so fly, but she do the most
Pullin' up on smoke, on go
Get 'em gone by the low two phones
And I went platinum in the streets all on my own
And we do road, if we get caught, that's still my bro
I'm sippin' dirty, dirty my Styrofoam
And when I'm high, I'm in my thoughts, I'm all alone
And she want, a two one two, I call that clone And she want, a two one two, I call that clone

The bag, keep it comin'
Pulling up, drip
Water faucet
And I won't lie, I've seen pain
Like a hundred times
And so much thoughts
Fake love had me going blind
Murder murder I've got my knife
They say money won't buy happiness
But when I count up, happiest
Whippin' work up in the pot and imma vanish it
And we slide, when we ride, they do the mannequin