Juice WRLD — Man Man

[Intro] What, what, ayy Look, I'm in the studio with my mans Pedro My mans SB, that's blood My mans Jefe, that's blood, you know? Look, I'ma just tell you how I feel [Chorus] Man man (Man man), Man man (Man man) I just ran up on his mans, goddamn (Goddamn) Dunkin' on him like it's NBA Jam, ayy Stomp your mans out, blood on my Timbs, oh man Goddamn (Goddamn), goddamn (Goddamn) Got the saucin' in this bitch, goddamn (Goddamn) Got the flossin' in this bitch, goddamn (Goddamn) Aw man, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse] I told your bitch that I'm the motherfucking man, ayy (I'm the man, ayy) She tried to suck me up like right through my pants, ayy (Through my pants, ayy) I pop a perc and then I swallow half a xan, ayy (Half a xan, ayy) I'm in your girl and I'll be gettin' in her pants, oh man Goddamn (Goddamn), do my fuckin' dance with the sauce I might dunk on your bitch, Yao Ming with the sauce (Yeah, yeah) I'ma catch, Randy Moss, talkin' dumb, Molotov (Goddamn) I might run into your crib, uh, I'ma get it off, ayy (Yeah, yeah) Goddamn, goddamn, I'm the fuckin' man (Okay) I'll pull up on your niggas in a black mini van Got a mask on my face and a mag in my hand (Okay) Got a clip on my waist, I'ma kill you if I can Man man (Ayy, man), goddamn (Goddamn) I heard your girl tryna blow me with a fan, ha (With a fan, ayy) I chop the beat up, then I screw it like your bitch You run up on me like a lick, you get hit, fuck that shit Goddamn, trillest out the gang Monkeys for banana clips, gorillas out the gang They been talkin' stupid, but I'm ballin' out like James (Ayy) I be fuckin' zooted, yeah, chillin' with your main (Okay) It's my thing for a minute (Okay), bang for a minute (Okay) Drive-by, 9s out with the windows tinted But I'm on that other shit, tryna fuck that other bitch (Yeah, yeah) Tell that pussy rest in peace, tell that kitty you'll be missed Ayy true, man man (Man) I do what I want (Yeah), you do what you can (Okay) It's the difference, it's a distance Your ho wanna fuck, I told her we was different It is not a friendship (Yeah, yeah), sauce, sauce, boy I get big with the money, Rick Ross, boy (Okay) You either trying to get money, get lost, boy (Get lost) I heard you tryna get on, don't get off, boy I got Suppressor on the beat, man man Kept on rappin' on this track, man man Catch me whippin' in the trap, goddamn (Goddamn) Run up on me if you clap good show, good show [Outro] Man man (Man man), ayy Man man (Ayy), high as fuck, make a jam I'ma put this on a mixtape, I don't really know what tape is it, though, you feel me? I fuck with it Man man, ayy I'm the damn man, ayy I do what I want, bitch And you do what you can Goddamn, goddamn, man man Ayy, ayy, man man Ayy, man man, ayy, ayy Goddamn, goddamn Man man