Lyrics 2MS - Nemzzz

Oh my God, stop the music

Yo
Bro got black and white like MJ
Caramel one, she bad
Better than who? Ya mad
One, two stroking, that back bouncin' back
Ya hear that clap, clap
Ya hear that clap, clap
Ya hear that clap, clap, haha, yo

Expensive taste, Bottega no Bentayga
Bro, serve that no waiter
No Migos, the BS that way don't cut trees
I'm a paper-chaser
A million streams, a billion dreams
In love with bread
Man married the queen
Every man ain't real and tough as they seem, nah!

Invest in me, like NFT
Bro whipped that quick, that's a cup of tea
Don't watch me, like BBC
On my A1 J1, DTB
Them gyal too meady

Man too seedy
I put me first, I'm greedy
Fed on cake at D-camp, are ya mad?
No license, it's speeding
Strapped up like the Turks, are ya mad?
Ain't tryna have no kids
Bro hopped out of the whip (you know what happened, my G)
I was in the back, no line
Bro had brown, said, "Feds ain't grabbing man, G"
(Feds ain't, feds ain't, feds ain't grabbing ma, G)

Yo
Bro got black and white like MJ
Caramel one, she bad
Better than who? Ya mad
One, two stroking, that back bouncin' back
Ya hear that clap, clap
Ya hear that clap, clap
Ya hear that

Yo
I been out here for qway though
Don't play when I hit that, say my name
Bro got a shot, that's perfect aim
Gyal think I'm a dog Dave couldn't tame
Don't wanna go jail, use your brain
Are ya mad?

Are ya mad?
Them man cap, don't talk no facts
I can't react, I'm tryna attract
Started to think most men are on crack
I'm warming up, no jumping jacks
I'm warming up, no

Yo
Bro got black and white like MJ
Caramel one, she bad
Better than who? Ya mad
One, two stroking, that back bouncin' back
Ya hear that clap, clap