Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Muney
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Bernard Greene
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OffMaku
Producer
Waytoolost
Producer
Autrioly
Producer
PEEZYMANE
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ayo, Manny
Manny, boy, I'm on my own
Boy, I swear to God, bitch, I'll miss your ass
I said, 'Damn, I'll miss my diggas', right?
Ayy, yeah, bitch, we so deep, we finna ball, we ballin'
And **** all good, we gon' ballin', ayy
Honey
I spend two thousand on neat glass, I see through all your shit (I see through)
**** ain't real (yeah), hoes ain't right (yeah)
Don't even ask why I move like this (why I move like this)
I got mouths to feed, I ain't goin' for shit
I got emeralds on and I ain't goin' for nothin' (nothin')
When I cut **** off, I go buy some more guns
'Cause I know I got blitz when the devil come (lil' Henny on the way)
I'm fuckin' these bad ass bitches, yeah, I'm on my Jehovah
She prayin' 'cause shawty demonic
****, where that head like this? To be honest
Ain't scared of nothin' but goddamnit, I'm runnin'
Ain't scared of nothin' but goddamnit, I'm runnin'
I don't run from ****, I run to the bang
I know you mad 'cause I be who you ain't
'Cause watch your bitch, got her yellin', 'Free Bane'
(Honey)
(Get so some cane on that G)
Yeah, at Rich, I put gas on the block, yeah, the pain
What the fuck is this shit in your house, boy, it stink?
I got paper to trace, ****, get out my lane
My bitch nasty and naughty, she tryna get spanked
Got this shit out the park, I got play for the Yankees
Put that shit, honey, these beats wanna shank me
Woke up and put on Balenciaga, I work money tomorrow
My clique went on chili
Free up my ****, locked down in them buildings
Police keep talkin' 'bout money and killin'
Drive my car so right, I don't know nothin' but dealin'
You don't got no hands but I bet you still feel me
This ain't no movie but you can come film me
That went on money, lil' drop like a stimulus
I don't want no gang to come, honey, she kiddin' me
He just tryna fuck up the Bane
I know you mad 'cause I be who you ain't
****, go watch your bitch, gotta yell her, 'Free Bane'
Come fuck with these ****, these **** be reds
Before I go red, I'll sharpen my shank
I put that on my mama, put that on my soul
Put that on my ****, put that on my gang
(Yeah, that's how **** done it)
Let's free my **** now (free everybody)
We still a pandemic, boy
We still a whole lot of different things
We still paper route business, ****
We still white dope, lil' ****
Free everybody, ****
Free my **** Bane, rubber man
Uh-huh, lil' flip
(Ayy, man, tell 'em fuck, he come out on rider, I'm sorry, man)
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout? He first day out, man, I'm puttin' on rider, I'm sorry, man, yeah, yeah, ****, be back, ****)
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) (Ayy, hit start 'cause **** got popped, ****, you feel me?)
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Written by: Kenneth Bernard Greene