Manners

You ain't never bumped into the gang on a glide

Now we're combining bine

(M1OnTheBeat) One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms (Sweaty palms)

Manners and let the old lady pass (Uh, uh)

(Manners, huh)

(Bow-bow, cool)

You ain't never bumped into the gang on a glide

Now we're combining bine

I couldn't rap no lies

I can drive or I'll be in the back with mine

One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms (Uh, uh)

Manners and let the old lady pass

Always have manners, why you talking? We always had hammers

Summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping

Might think you're a yardman, when you link him, bring him a dragon

My young boy ain't a booter, he's got friends, he's bringing me talent

I see bro with one on his waist, one in hand

Step with a hammer, the first time I saw me the running man

All mad when the four-door span

I bet he had other plans

Empty the clip, then I got on the phone to Johnny Dang

A hundred bands for the utter

I could've bought Dior runners

Putting them LV stunners, drill out the flats then sleep in the suburbs

You rap it, I really had bricks in the cupboards

Trapo really had bricks in the cupboards

The pins all feeble, click that now, I got pins and needles

Send that boy to the docks, see him again, it's recall

When we tried turn that pack, didn't know about Cali was sour diesel

Don't know what it is, but it's sounding lethal

B, you know about the G-L-E

Me and bro slapped two spinners

Spent six, it was three on three

It's funny when you do it for the vlogs, but you end up on BBC

I'm with B on math and P on P

Pree on snap tryna do enjoyment, bet they come 'round recoiling

Grease it, oil it, walk in the dance, go straight to the toilet

Check it's live, four got him petrified, hope he don't testify

Loving this brand new bine, spin it at night like Snoochie Shy (Spin it)

Circle two-three times, four show bikes, smoother drive

Brick on the way, through the Uber price

Broken handle, glue that tight

How we gonna step with a mop, who's got a guitar case?

Let it all lock with a bosch, you're gonna get rich that way

Bro tryna hold the top, don't hold the blick that way

Do it in this Dior top, ruin the drip that way

You ain't never bunked with the gang on a glide

Now we're combining bine

I couldn't tell no lies

Like a driver, I'll be in the back with mine

(M1OnTheBeat) One hand on a tool, I got sweaty palms

Manners and let the old lady pass

Always had manners, why you talking? We always had hammers

In summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping

Might think your a yardman, when you link him, bring him a dragon

My young boy ain't a booter, he's got friends, he's bringing me talent