Young M.a Lasagna Lyrics

[Intro]
Mighty
What's wrong with these niggas, man?
Like, nah, for real, what's wrong with these niggas, man?
They forgot

[Verse 1]
Man, I had to pop my shit again
Double large with the 4Gs, that's the type of shit we in
Went legit, 'cause ain't nobody tryin' to see the streets again
We already beat the streets, ain't tryin' to beat the streets again
I heard the opps tryin' to beef again
Knowin' I really got the power to never let 'em speak again
Knowin' that when it come to beef, I only play for keeps and win
And the guys that I be with, well, I ain't gotta speak for them

[Bridge]
We ain't said like thе G in lasagna, we move in silencе
I'm just tryin' to figure out why these rappers keep talkin' and they ain't rappin'
f*ck goin' on, man?
Uh

[Verse 2]
I ain't gotta say too much
I'm just laughin' to the bank, they like, ''You play too much''
And this full pocket full like they ate too much
Your salary don't flatter me, because I make too much
I'm investin' 6 figures on these houses
Don't give a f*ck about your little rocks, I movin' mountains
Tryin' to get my acres up, create another way for us
My Mitchell State is real estate, that other shit ain't pay enough This is fourth base for us, they ain't 'bout to play with us
See a lot of hate, but shit, I don't think they hate enough
But f*ck 'em, because regardless, I collect and I protect
Don't think that I will up this f*ckin' Tec without regret

[Bridge]
Sometimes you just gotta let shit sink in on niggas, man
Yeah, I let 'em soak it in, huh?
Uh

[Verse 3]
Still pullin' hoes, but I ain't interested
Yeah, she kind of thick and shit, put her on the membership
f*ck her then I write her off, sturdy with the penmenship
Niggas out here payin' for the p*ssy, just admit this shit
Shit, I've been a realest since I came about the clitoris
Bought my first zip, wonderin' what I could get for this?
Now I'm doin' numbers like arithmetic
I went legit and like the extendo on the grip, I'd rather stick with this
My brother dead, so I've been sayin', '' f*ck the streets''
See, it ain't nothing in the streets that gave a f*ck for me
I'm gettin' chicken
f*ck a pig, pork and f*ck the beef, I'm gettin' to a billion where I'm livin'
Nigga, f*ck you mean?

[Outro]
About to die for you, niggas, man
We ain't said like the G in lasagna, we move in silence