Lyrics Many Men - Lee Drilly

Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang, Lee Drilly
94 Gz, no Gz like these, you heard?
You Jack B's? Jack bigger B's
Drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze, boom
Gang, Drilly
(Gang-gang) Uh

So I'm feeling like 50
Too many men tryna get up with me (Like, what? like, what?)
But I stay with a gun ready to get
From the 4th or the 9, shootin' 'till its empty
Gotta keep it G
If you niggas broke, ain't no static with me, like (At all, at all)
Cause it cost when you in the streets (On bro)
Its a difference between hatin' and beef (On B-)

So I'm feeling like 50
Too many men tryna get up with me (50! Like, what?)
But I stay with a gun ready to get
From the 4th or the 9, Shootin' 'till its empty
Gotta keep it G
If you niggas broke, ain't no static with me, like (At all)
Cause it cost when you in the streets (On bro)
It's a difference between hatin' and beef

And the shit that I do too deadly
Like tragic, I can't talk about about it (At all)
And the way that I move too steady, I'm tactic
I can't walk without it (I got it)
Run up, you a fool, I'm ready, too savage
They put chalk around it (Boom)
Backdoor, get poofed, that's deady (Boom)
Like magic, cause we more about it
Where I from cause stains for the block (Damn)
Cause pain for the block, let it rain on the block, like (94)
Got a plan and it came with a plot
I was made for the spot, gotta take what I got, like
Young boy, but they tryna kill him (Like, why?)
Lost his bros to the god damn system
Held it down, they was right there with him
Fight that case til its plate like victim
Billy still pour wock in his juice (Billy)
JayTha home, right to it, took his top off the roof
Yeah, I'm rappin, but I actually got tired of the booth
In the streets, all around, like I don't got shit to lose (At all)
.36 and my blunt, like, I'm ridin' with you
And brodie be buggin, throw like nine in the deuce (Wocky)
Got the young boy wildin', like five with a deuce
And he tryna shoot guns cause he tired of the- (Boom)

R.I.P Dummy, still slidin for you (Dummy gang)
All this smoke on your name, I'm on timin' for you
Say you living through me, so I'm dyin' for you (Facts)
Who you beef? How you jack? I cant fly it with you (Not hound)
Pull a bitch like I can? I ain't tryin' with you
Yeah, that pussy wet, but I'm tired of you, like
You ain't the judge, I ain't lyin' to you (You ain't the judge)
And if you ain't the law, I ain't hidin' from you (You ain't the boys)
And these niggas gon' change like the seasons (That's a fact)
Feel like Ross, how these niggas, they schemin'
Was the nerd of the school, like geekin' (Geek, geek, geek, geek)
Got a broom and a mop, not for cleanin'
If the dies, then he dies, I'ma leave him
Stretched out, like there breathin' (He gone)
So its clear that I'm here for a reason
Cause he do like I do, but that nigga ain't breathin' (He dead)

So I'm feeling like 50 (50!)
Too many men tryna get up with me (Like, what? Like, what?)
But I stay with a gun ready to get
From the 4th for the 9, shootin' till its empty (Boom)
Gotta keep it G (Boom)
If you niggas broke, ain't no static with me, like (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Cause it cost when you in the streets (Boom him, boom him)
It's a difference between hatin' and beef (Ballout)

Its that Lee Drilly nigga, you heard?
Drop 4, I'm uppin' the .9
94 Gz, no Gz like these, you heard?
Mr. The-Reason-Your-Mother-Told-You-Stay-Off-The-Corner, nigga
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