lirik lagu mst marko – man what?
[verse 1: mst marko]
you talking down on mst? boy don’t get yo ass popped
n~ggas ain’t even f~ckin’ with us, how the f~ck these n~ggas opps?
cuz when my mans coming through, n~gga everybody shot
when i walk up in yo place, n~gga, everybody opps
you putting n~ggas in they place? boy yo ass got a prop
when i’m walking with that stick i’m making everybody drop
do not compare sh~t, n~gga, i ain’t got no comp
and these n~ggas make me sick, n~gga, i ain’t got no opps
n~gga, what the f~ck you mean? this ar cook you up, now you a pork and bean
why the f~ck these n~ggas tryna argue, that ain’t even me
why the f~ck these n~ggas being f~gs, that is not in me
i put you on a verse, and you said some trash sh~t, that ain’t mst
i’ma call up l8ithxn, he gone pull up with that lemon squeeze
i’m not finna get up in no books, cuz i don’t like to read
you stepped on my shoes, and now you gone, cuz i like em clean
n~gga, let me stop bullsh~ttin’, this ain’t wild n’ out, but why the f~ck i’m bullspittin’ (why the f~ck you got a stutter, n~gga, say yo full sentence)
i ah send yo ass away, like you got a full sentence, n~gga
[verse 2: mst l8ithxn]
you n~ggas softer than a mattress, y’all not f~ckin’ with me
marko got 3 clips, that’s like 150, b~tch i got bands, like in the band, i got the trumpet with me
stick hanging out the glock it’s twenty four, not sixty
compact, it ain’t gone jam, why the f~ck you n~ggas capping? y’all ain’t made it out the jam
like i’m jordan and lebron i’m with your b~tch, i’m tryna slam
me and marko got hot bars like them b~tches came from h~ll, packs in the mail
n~gga, you might get it, time will tell, off the drank, on the stairs i f~cked around and almost fell
and my weed loud as f~ck, it make you move like a snail, and it a get you freaky~deaky, got her screaming “god d~mn” yeahhh, dumbass
how the f~ck did you get back and you ain’t slid yet, b~tch i’m number one i’m tryna pull up in a private jet
like i’m marko ripper f~cked him up, he took a step
stop asking for a feature, i just want a check, me and marko smoking opps to the f~ckin’ neck
b~tch i’m into scamming, i only pay attention to them texts
n~gga talkin’ down on mst, might get your dumb ass left
[verse 3: mst marko]
if i’m slidin’ with my n~ggas, ain’t n0body getting left
don’t be tryna press sh~t, cuz you ah get your ass checked
my n~ggas riding round with them sticks, and they ain’t aiming for no necks
when i’m done off this beat, b~tch i’m aiming for the next
n~ggas out here d~cksucking like some b~tches givin’ neck
boy you broke, you better get up off yo ass and get a check
like we going to the doctors, i ah get yo ass checked
like we in the weight room, i ah get yo ass pressed
i ain’t never been a b~tch or a hoe, that’s some sh~t that i ah never confess
i ain’t never been a rat, n~gga, you can even give me a test
these n~ggas out here being rats, like you can go with the rest, n~gga
it’s mst the boys, like some lil ass kids who like to play with toys
n~gga, grow the f~ck up, cuz you a f~ckin’ boy, i can’t argue with no n~gga, or no f~ckin [cut]
alright
why the f~ck yo ass on the couch dissin’? get yo ass up, hollow tips in the clip, tryna eat yo ass up
why the f~ck you screaming opps, like we won’t get yo ass touched?
like we in the grocery store, i ah get you bagged up, dumbass
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