
letra de that man - big yavo
[intro]
(ayy, let that sh-t ride, tav)
[chorus: big yavo]
gotta let this sh-t ride like tav, ayy, lately been gettin’ to the bag (let’s go)
it’s kinda hard to get mad, me and that glock got connection, you know i can’t lag (ayy)
put on these clothes, got swag, i’m the one, so i’m ridin’ first class
‘member they used to puttin’ me last, now i got ’em like, “who is that man?”
[post-chorus: big yavo]
i’m in my p’s and q’s but i’m ridin’ with an ar
walk through, diamonds hit, call ’em a-rod
just got out two bags of that mango kush
trappin’ off a brand-new parpon
these n-gga p-ssy, these tampons
baby, this gucci, not izod
and these balenci, no new balance, just left the bank with a new balance
[verse 1: big yavo]
enroll the trap on a new campus, i got real lovе for the crack addicts
no dora, the stick, i can backpack it
only way is up, ain’t no backtrackin’
drank on my ass, got me tap-dancin’
pull up in that road likе i’m romantic
somewhere catch a play with your ho with me
you can throw the pack far, i’ma go get it
[chorus: big yavo & cartel bo]
gotta let this sh-t ride like tav, ayy, lately been gettin’ to the bag (let’s go)
it’s kinda hard to get mad, me and that glock got connection, you know i can’t lag (ayy)
put on these clothes, got swag, i’m the one, so i’m ridin’ first class
‘member they used to puttin’ me last, now i got ’em like, “who is that man?” (yeah)
[verse 2: cartel bo]
furious, the foreign fast (yeah), vin diesel with a bag (bag)
young n-gga face covered with a flag (hey)
phone keep cl!ckin’ plays like it’s madden (yeah)
i hit your block weekly for them bags like i’m the n-gga ‘posed to take out the trash (haha)
shippin’ out big amounts, the order’s vast, they wanna be in first, we wanna last (yeah)
me and bank america got a connection, i got the branch manager in the section
he sendin’ bitcoin for a seven, he think the pack came down from heaven
dog sh-t, hand covered in dookie, i heard big homie hoover out of houston
drac’ caught on fire, god bless the shooter, aim at your medulla, knock off his noodle (grrah)
i ain’t here to teach you n-ggas, i ain’t a tutor, i came to conquer blocks like a ruler
gun start gettin’ hot, it’s hard to shoot it, that boy got b-tch in his eyes, his pupils
you got a lil’ money and wanna boost it? want an appetizer, she wanna taste it
i live on this trap too, you just on vacation (for real), all i see is numbers, live in the matrix (yeah)
[chorus: big yavo & cartel bo]
gotta let this sh-t ride like tav, ayy, lately been gettin’ to the bag (let’s go, yeah)
it’s kinda hard to get mad (yeah), me and that glock got connection, you know i can’t lag (baow)
put on these clothes, got swag, i’m the one, so i’m ridin’ first class
‘member they used to puttin’ me last, now i got ’em like, “who is that man?”
[post-chorus: big yavo]
i’m in my p’s and q’s but i’m ridin’ with an ar
walk through, diamonds hit, call ’em a-rod
just got out two bags of that mango kush
trappin’ off a brand-new parpon
these n-gga p-ssy, these tampons
baby, this gucci, not izod
and these balenci, no new balance, just left the bank with a new balance
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