Man of My Word Lyrics – Lil Baby & Lil Durk
How she actin’ funny? I bought her her ***
Niggas she be ***’ ain’t none of my business
Uppin’ my quota, that’s a part of my Fendi
Don’t matter where I’m at, ***, I’m known for the trenches
We the first niggas put drums in the city
We rob the niggas put drugs in the city
*** where you from ’cause I know that you with it
Check on his ass, I’ma handle my business
Trust you enough to *** you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talkin’ about murders there’s no hangin’ up
Run up on ’em (Bow), ain’t no one-on-one
I got the money so who I’m runnin’ from
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy *** I’ll buy a hundred guns
Judge told me *** died with my ***
2010 Reese said Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like he died in my arm
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A *** play with Smurk, he not that smart
Sucked it twice and I’m still not hard
Niggas cry loud when they get in shock
That *** word don’t stand on my block
*** what you heard I’m the man on my block
Stop playin’ ***, I’m Smurk
*** get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She a freak actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this perc
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch em first
We runnin’ game on them boys, gotta sit out
After I hit, tell ’em Amere, make her get out
Hundred mil come and I still ain’t gone chill out
I’m really down, got show her how I get down
Hard on the ***, man, I should have been pimpin’
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
He can’t be serious, you gotta be kiddin’ me
I’m really laughin’, these lil’ niggas temptin’ me
I get offended when niggas say, “Tap in”
I brought the bro nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watch JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don’t know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain’t ever gon’ change, I know that’s real
This one outta, here straight to the backfield
I sleep good every night, now I’m happy
How you go where you go? I’ma trappa fo real
How you know what you know? I adapted fo real
We too rich with the Fe, get this *** in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this *** *** as hell
Lil’ Bro tryna score so I gave him a layup
I gotta go somewhere, no, I can’t layup
*** stop playin’, you betta not tell
Stop playin’ ***, I’m Smurk
*** get naked gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She a freak actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this perc
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro I know it hurt
We gon’ catch em first