Lyrics Little Man - Sticcy Flournoy

I don't wanna be stupid
I don't wonna be stupid neither
Nobody wants to be stupid
Aye, yeah, yeah nigga, yurr whoa

Damn it I feel like the plug
Got grams pullin' up no time for a middle man
These niggas aint sellin' no dope
They runnin' fake babies like Marlon in little man
My fragrance is money and rubber bands
I get paid when I do the Devil dance
Jewels lit up like night time ambulance
Made it snow 'til the hood had an avalanche
Err, whip got a chop or it's da Glock
You gon' need doctor
Beam aim at yo top watch it go pop
Broke you off proper
We gon' spin from the top like a ceilin' fan
I don't argue with no one I'm bigger than
Go nuts on a opp I need Ritalin
How you boss when they treat you like little man

How you boss when they treat you like little man
Lil' pussy ass boy you a little boy
Yo bitch playin' games you a minute man
She gon' gobble these nuts like it's almond joy
I stay hot at the top like a candle flame
Like Rick James I'm in love wit Maryjane
Baby sippin' my drip like I spill ozarka
Spin on opps like a web ain't no Peter Parker
I don't convo with niggas on broke shit
Smilin' ear to ear from a throat slit
I'm too big for da tank I'm no goldfish
Nuts stay to the floor 'cause I'm no bitch
These local rappers be on hoe shit
'Til I pimp slap 'em like a hoe quick
Fuck 12 I run it up freely
I got babies that's Bebe and Cece
I'm the chief of my tribe call me Boiling Ooze
I'm a villain descendant of Ivan Ooze
I'm riggin' the game so I'll never lose
SOS on a opp cruisin' for a bruise
Product never sit still got it on the move
All the Hoovers wit me 'cause they love the groove
I don't speak to these hoes let 'em pick and choose
The way I cut up they jus can't refuse

Damn it I feel like the plug
Got grams pullin' up no time for a middle man
These niggas ain't sellin' no dope
They runnin' fake babies like Marlon in little man
My fragrance is money and rubber bands
I get paid when I do the Devil dance
Jewels lit up like night time ambulance
Made it snow 'til da hood had an avalanche
Err whip got a chop or its da Glock
You gon' need doctor
Beam aim at yo top watch it go pop
Broke you off proper
We gon' spin from the top like a ceilin' fan
I don't argue with no one I'm bigger than
Go nuts on a opp I need ritalin
How you boss when they treat you like little man

Tryna find a new thot just to give me the drawls
Ass so fat I had to stop and just pause
Gas so loud peel the paint off the wall
Trap hit all nite old folk called the laws
Undercover on block you can still get served
Just hit the back door don't wait by the curb
Got bobby bushay two acres of herb
My licks gon' rejoice while spreadin' the word
Gettin' this money in tank top and Debo's
I was in the pen whuppin' inmates and CO's
Circle real small it resemble a peephole
Changin' the game like I got the cheat code
Burnin' this money like I really don't need it
Pass on the pussy like I really don't eat it
This is my world heroes get defeated
Super man leavin' as a quadriplegic

Fuck Clark Kent
Lil man
Little man
Tiny ass nigga