Man Songtext
von Big Moe

I′ma, I'ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I′ma, I'ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike

Look, I just bought a plane for 100 in Cali
So I bought 5,000 and I sold them in Dallas
Now I'm back in H-Town drinking lean to school
I′m a sharpshooter, I don′t need a beam to shoot
I still think about screw every time I spit
My chain spinning, let's just say screwed up
Click, the wreck hit me, it said I need a verse for more
I said, fuck that, I′ma do two for you, bro


He cut the check with much respect, so I wrote my verse
If I bought a plane, you know I gotta pull up first
I got a blue cream soda, now I'm ready to rap
I got my BCD chip, so now I′m ready to trap
I got my name on my bottle as I swang in my Tahoe
Look at a nigga juice, you can tell if he got dope
It's Philip Dace, the number one fly boy
Big Hawk and Pepsi, I hate y′all, I'ma die, bro

I got it to the whole head like
Sippin' potent ass drink, I ain′t scared like
Man, they hatin′ ass niggas, they be dead like
Mo' coming down drink, I′ll just spread like
Coming down feet, call my Texas
Close watch, flexin', foreign car, Lexus

Man, that′s infectious, it's that motor boulder
Salsa money boulder, man, I told you before
The AK, I′m down the hole, hit the grain, man, million dollars
Hit the boulevard, mo', yo, I spread
I just spread drink, nigga, squeakin' like the ball
I roll the floor with hard drink in my jelly jar

I′ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I'ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike


Kaboom, lines, shake the flow
Money, money, money, baby, make some more
They say commercialize the rap, that's what it take to blow
I′m in the gutter dodging steps, I never sell my soul

I'ma, I′ma take a pipe to the head like
Pickin' coolers leanin' hard, runnin′ red lights
Out at the bakery, I had to get my bread right
You know my bed got that Ben Frank head right?
Headlights twizzin′, tippin', crisscrossin′ the slab
84's cut ankles, get up off of the app

Montana′s tryna sound like the Southside
You know we go with the swagger, lead A-M-O-Y
Don't buy A3, you heard of me?
Lyrics like open-heart surgery, can′t you see?
G is my pedigree, heaven please bless the G's
This one for M.O.E., let's open the P-I-N-T to your H-E-A-D

I′ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I'ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike

You can call it the g-mix Betty at the remix
I do it for the hood so let's call it the pre-mix
Yeah, and we back in the dome
With a pint of that purple little sack of that drone I ain′t never been
Scared to put a deuce in a big bed take it straight to the head like
Grown foes crawling like a spider but it crawl up in my head
On a low I drop Nigga on their bed
True religion this, hard-hearted that

It's Mike D shining like the star on my head
You can catch me off and name it Martha′s
'Cause I like to rock Prada
I lead them all hit the block with that white powder
Hop got the stems here he is, yeah, what's up
Back doed in the 550 cooping them up
Then I just might blow the brains off my shoes
So you can see me body rocking off a big my shhh

I′ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I'ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I'ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike
I'ma, I′ma hit the pipe to the head like
Come on down, got a potent-ass purple spike