EVS 247 - No mannaz (feat. UPbøi) Lyrics

Two four seven
UPbøi got the wave, hoe
Don't be guessing, boy
You can never tell about a lad
These nigga think I'm funny
I'm a joker, boy, I smile a lot
But in case you never knew
I got a Glock, I bang a lot
There's so many dead niggas
Lotta cases I done caught
Where your manners at
I ain't got no manners now
Boy, I done lost a lot of home
Training out here in the wild
I ain't chatting with them pussy niggas
Always on the hide
If we run up on these niggas
We gone R.I.P their ass
I ain't got no manners
For a nigga if he broke as hell
Nah, you are not a friend to me
Stop bursting up my celli
I ain't got no manners
But I know for sure I got the money
All about a dollar
Gotta get a couple to be somebody
If you ain't got a dime
Then I'm sure that you are a nobody
I ain't got no manners
For you nigga, you're just like a hoe
Remember you was laughing
When I couldn't buy shit from the store
I was in the corner
Now my name soon be on rolling stone
Where your manners at
I ain't got no manners now
Boy, I done lost a lot of home
Training out here in the wild
I ain't chatting with them pussy niggas
Always on the hide
If we run up on these niggas
We gone R.I.P their ass
Where your manners at
I ain't got no manners now
Boy, I done lost a lot of home
Training out here in the wild
I ain't chatting with them pussy niggas
Always on the hide
If we run up on these niggas
We gone R.I.P their ass
I ain't got no manners
They say the nigga going crazy
Yes, I go bananas
My shooters don't play
All my heaters got the hammers
Fashion killer, all I do is buy designer
Rocking Gucci, Fendi, Louis and the Prada
Young niggas steady counting up the commerce
F*ck the talking bout
I ain't got no time for haters
All these niggas fake
They keep snitching
All these niggas traitors
That's why shooting is my hobby
Now my fingers got blisters
Ain't nobody safe