YungManny – Bonfire lyrics

[Intro]
What?
Hey Manny, Hey Manny
Yeah, shadigg?
Bah, bah, bah
Swerve, yeah
Brrr, uh

[Verse]
I got the water like Squidward
Spin a bin, swipe right, Tinder
White girl, nigga, I'm serving that Linda
Boy I jugged more niggas than I follow on Twitter, yeah
Hotboy, bonfire
KKK, I might put a nigga on fire
AR-15 and that chop hold a lot, my arms tired
Pass me your Smith & Wesson, I forgot mine
Undertaker, give your brother a tombstone
I keep a dog like that nigga named Pluto
Hit his parents, send that boy to a group home
Dump his body off to Mars, no Bruno, ooh
Bitch, I'm a boss, Hugo, ooh
Chopping them bricks, Judo, ooh
Back up hoe, you too close, ooh
You shot him? Good job, kudos
Hello? I got an idea
Cut off his head, sell that shit to IKEA
I got stripes like I'm serving them zebras
Clip on my hip, he wanna meet ya'
You a broke boy, nigga, I ain't doing no features
Your block cold, nigga, I might slide with a heater
And nigga you a bitch, you remind me of Madea
I'ma run up in your house, tip-toe, ballerina
Lil' nigga mad 'cause he got re-rocked
Third grade jugging, took a nigga G-Shock
Real trap nigga, lean in my teapot
He home too early, lil' nigga, he hot
Stop saying you omerta, lil' nigga, you hot
Boy I know I'm really trapping, lil' nigga, you not
He got shot in the whip, now we call him 2Pac
I ain't need that clip, only took two shots
I stay with two niggas, Boondocks
Strap on my shoulder like a boombox
I put the dog in my shoebox
Bro got that gas, baby, you swapped
I got my shooter on the rooftop
Said I ain't real, nigga, who not?
We finna backdoor, who knocks?
I got that stick, nigga, who boxing?
I give a zip to my teacher, no cap
He must win an Oscar, he keep on acting
21 goons with me, I'm a savage
Heard he a Boy Scout, where his cabin?
He said he got a gun, but I bet he won't grab it
I'ma take it like Debo, nigga, I ain't asking
My brother be robbing, I ain't talking Baskins
Gucci bag, 'cause we all about fashion
I keep a .380 in my backpack
We gon' turn your man to a hashtag
I'm a McDonalds shooter, with a big MAC
We gon put him on TV, I ain't talking Flapjack
Red beam on your head, snap back
Aye big dog Johns, where the MAC at?
Red beam on your head, like a snap back
7.62, I'ma shoot where his back at

[Outro]
Yeah, Hey Manny, ooh, uh, uh
Hey Manny, ooh, uh
We serving, two xans
I'm serving, your gran, yeah
Swerve man
Take his money like Birdman, yeah
Brrr, ha ha